Confess lyrics

And all the people there

Are sheltering from the cold winds

On the crest of the big bleak hill

And Mary's got an argument

The argument's quite loud

And the shouting's entertainment

To the other folk around

And the gossips been getting out of hand

It's a ruthless old sound

And no ones out there working

'Cos there's none to be found

And when the steam builds up inside you

And there's no place to fall

Well, there is nothing quite as harmful

As the slow moving day

It's a town that they make films about

Because the bleak's quite beautiful

When the light and the delicate features

Are captured very still

And so much far all the history

The martyrs and the kings

When the fight that was the good fight

Was the fight that you didn't win

And all the people there

Are sheltering from the cold winds

• Artist:Gossip
• Album:Movement (2003)