A shadow runs along the brick wall tonight
it is cool and mysterious
you have seen it from the corner of your eye
when you walked the empty steps
you saw it pass
and render the night so strange
you know that reality
isn't always that real
I saw a man laying on a bench at night
there wasn't much to do
his friend said "Jesus takes you into his hand now"
but he couldn't see or hear
the moon shone on the bay
of north's purest waters
We put a blanket over the body
then we walked home slowly
Have you walked the empty steps
along axiety's canals
have you thrown a couple of stones into the drain
and seen them dance down in the spiral
There's a locked door
that leads to the deserted beach
there's a watchman at that door
He's got blood on his hands
I know someone who's seen more than most
and who never saw what he's got here
he says that he's been to hell and returned
I believe a part of him was left there
now he stands outside the world
hurt through and through and bitter
he walks the empty steps
beneath the birds' happy cheering
They found a body down at the water today
he must've layn there all night
bulletholes all over his chest
the lungs filled with water
some went from silent to rumor
was it worth the trouble
you know the the guilt and the shame
although you never held the gun
I believe in the pigeon that knows where it goes
I believe in goodness and improvement
i am a wooden boat
that rides between branches and stones
a night's butterfly is my complement
no guards at the door
no lock at the gates
only voices that call
in the eternally whispering winds