Lost Patrol - Big Country

We lay the night in anguish

Snakes drawn out by the tide

The compass of decision

Falls always on one side

But many went before us

And still the cries are clear

There is no beauty here

Just the stench of wine and beer

We save no souls

We break no promises

We can do nothing more

Than move on headlong through the gloom

The thorn between our lips

Is the missionaries tune

All men with open arms

Turn their faces half away

Observe as we approach

That we have not come to save

We stand as thick as vines

Though the fruit is torn away

There is no beauty here, friends

Just death and dark decay

We save no souls

We break no promises

We save no souls

We break no promises