The Shadows - Seeming

I’m alone in the house

The power is dead

I’ve done all that I can

To keep track of time in my head

But what I think of as day

Is a twilight away

I’m just a shade of grey

In a black, black bed

And a prayer could be water

It could fill in the gaps

And a thousand Muhammads

Uncork a thousand taps

But somehow I am dry

And from the corner of my eye

I see real worlds die

When they’re drawn onto maps

There’s a shadow that fades

In and out with the light

I pretend it’s an angel

I pretend it’s a satellite

And I know of course

That somewhere there’s a source

Taking color by force

Dragging all into white

Now the shadow is moving

And it looks like a fist

And the darkness is connecting

With a pugilist kiss

And I’m flying and I’m reeling

And I’m seeing through the ceiling

And the clouds are all revealing

More and more as they twist

Now it’s a wolf, it’s a bullet

It’s a mother of ten

Now it’s a boulder rolling

From atop the mountain again

Now it’s coercing the unwilling

It’s insidious, instilling need

For sex and love of killing

All the children of men

Now every meaning is a ghost

Each number, a clown

Because the blades of the engine

Keep spinning around

Never reaching the center

Knocking but they don’t enter

Pulling from what is meant

Or projecting fatally unbound

When the shadows stare back

Tell me what do they see?

Is there a burning bush, a lion

Or a hammer in me?

And tell me is it arbitrary

The images I carry?

Between Marx and Mary

And the shadows and me

Yes the shadows are moving

And I’m scared to know why

Yes, the shadows are moving

And we’re all gonna die

We’re all gonna die

Yes the shadows are moving

And I’m scared to know why

Yes, the shadows are moving

And we’re all gonna die

We’re all gonna die