There’s a full moon over this ancient town A clock faced the colour of the sky And every street that we walk down Belongs to the house, where my father died
Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging their dead weight from the other While I claim my place, centre stage
I’ve been thrown by the thrashing of his going Chained to his unseen stride I’ve walked in luck step without knowing My indifference, my only disguise
Now it comes through me like an injection Anonymous pain throbbing reel inside And every pulse in my body Belongs to the house, where my father died
Won’t catch his spirit in a candle On alive finished guttering glow And death comes through these streets like a scandal Bent up and beaten, oh bitter body blow
And in bars and shaded back rooms Those who can’t cope just get high But every place this drink takes me to Belongs to the house, where my father died
And there’s a full moon over this ancient town Head lights numb the banner of the sky Rain rages the steadings and the open ground I’m a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes
And the valley cannons and thunder Trees blow beneath the bruising of the sky Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder And I’m as helpless as a child hiding from life
And the face from my mind is fading I could old wounds for the very first time Tonight there’s going to be a reckoning I’m entering the house, where my father die