Chorus: Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light
There ain't much left of it now
We're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight
Of an answer to the what, where or how
We're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell
Dreaming of a world without war
Forced to live on the boundaries of hell
Like no-one's ever thought of peace before
What's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel?
What's the point of talking love if you think that lo