No Greater Love - New Model Army

There’s storm clouds amassing over in the west

Up above the moor

The city shines in grey, mills closing down

On the valley floor

All you can do here is survive

Oh, grit your teeth and just stay alive

And never understand.

The young ones they dance with fire

In their hearts till the years go by

Till older, defeated they stare in their beer

At closing time

No greater love could there ever be