The House

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 lock-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 lock-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 Honor a live in it's guttering glow And death comes through these streets like a scandal Bent up and beaten, oh bitter body blow And in bars and in 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 And I'm a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes And the valley cannons in thunder Trees brawl beneath the bruising of the sky Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder And I'm as helpless as a child hiding from lies And the face from my mind is fading I count the wounds for the very first time Tonight there's gonna be a reckoning I'm entering the house, where my father died