We press on and on

Funny how the future's always waiting for you

When the day has gone

We hide away





Shadows that stalk you

The wind that calls your name

Voices in the thunder

Don't understand what they're saying





We build monuments 

To celebrate our glorious dead now

Iron and cement

Above their tombs





We cast out our nets

Drag up the struggling contents surely

We must not forget

That hunger looms





Shadows that stalk you

The wind that calls your name (shadows that stalk you)

Shadows that stalk you

Child cries and he learns

And doubt returns





In the Darkest hours

We restle with our ancestors

We resist their power

The power of being





In the coldest night 

Huddled 'round the dying embers

Praying for the light

Might set us free





Fingers that soothe you

Shadows that stalk you (the jokes that make you sleep)

Intricate harness

Shadows that stalk you (the harvest that you reap)





Man stalls, he flies

Man falls and he rise





We press on and on 

Funny how the future's always waiting for you

When the day has gone

We hide away