The Shadows

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