Darkness will trip darkness will fall

Get no sleep on Salisbury street

Mud on my shoes sweat on my palms

Get no sleep on Salisbury street

There is another time it could have been different

I know if it were you'd be there

Over the Pennines and out of the station

And finally up to a room

A voice in my head and the cut won't heal

On Amberigde walk in Salisbury street

And what about her well she nettles my thoughts

Hatred creeps down Salisbury street

To gloat is as ugly as soaking yourself

In a wave of remorse

I shout on the shingle soaked to the skin

By a river that's taken its course

To do good is so tempting it hurts

A tale complete from Salisbury street

To do bad is as easy as sin

A tale complete from Salisbury street