Procol Harum - Nothing But The Truth (Live, BBC Radio 1 In Concert, Golders Green Hippodrome, 12 March 1977)

One, two, three, four It seems as clear as yesterday We saw it in a dream But dream became reality An awful gapin' scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such tears And heaped up leaves of bitterness Turned mouldy down the years Nothin' but the truth Common words in use Hard to find excuse Harder than the truth Like Icarus, we flew too high We flew too near the sun, no They caught us in that awful glare Our hapless throats were strung But just before the final stroke They took us victims of the rope And cast us far beyond the deep To lie in never-endin' sleep It seems as clear as yesterday They cast us in the deep We lie in darkest night for good A never-endin' sleep A never-endin' bitter gloom Whose darkness seldom clears A Godforsaken emptiness Which fills our hearts with tears Nothin' but the truth Common words in use Hard to find excuse Harder than the truth Nothin' but the truth, no Common words in use Thank you very much