There's a full moon over this ancient town   A clock faced the color 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, center 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 real inside   And every pulse in my body   Belongs to the house where my father died      Won't catch his spirit in a candle   On or alive in it's guttering glow   And death comes through these streets like a scandal   Bent up and beaten, oh, a 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   And 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 count the wounds for the very first time   Tonight there's gonna be a reckoning   I'm entering the house where my father died