Manic Street Preachers - Anthem For A Lost Cause

It's a cold and lonely message At the end of a song It invaded hearts and minds But they couldn't get along It can ask you to remember It can ask you for a dance So it seems that every song Now is just one last chance Take this, it's yours An anthem for a lost cause Now ashes, bone and splinter What once was a glittering prize The composition rites Oh redemption, love and departure I think your work is done Paris, St. Petersburg don't need a tower of song Escape's not worth the capture So walk that lonesome road No joy or earthly rapture Nothing to take the load Take this, it's yours An anthem for a lost cause Now ashes, bone and splinter What once was a glittering prize The composition rites Take this, it's yours An anthem for a lost cause Now ashes, bone and splinter What once was a glittering prize The composition rites ...Yours… ...Cause… Take this, it's yours An anthem for a lost cause Now ashes, bone and splinter What once was a glittering prize The composition rites