歌词：Gerda Blank. O. Higher Shadows.

Pouring 'cross the borders
Hardly knowin' where they came
Their Histories tattered and torn
While the radios are ragin'
On the desks of those who know
Just when the inkwells will overflow
Ah, diplomacy's a relic
From an age that never was
And a West that never guessed
Just what it is
Degeneration sickness
And a cultural limbo
Pilots now takin' the piss

Oh, but we can't see the fire
Oh, no we can't see the fire
No we can't see the fire
Howlin' wolves are on the wire

Higher Shadows
Higher Shadows
Higher Shadows than most

Oh, a certain kinda Age
Will breed a certain kinda Sage
The Father, The Son
And His whole Band
To worship at the alter
Of an ordinary Church
With ordinary Human concerns
Oh, He was elected by the media
To save the human race
Though he knew he was
Not qualified
Oh, but ordered by the Board
To answer questions only he
Could answer to only in rhymes

Oh, but He can't see the fire
Oh, no He can't see the fire
No, He can't see the fire
But His shadow's gettin' higher

Higher Shadows
Higher Shadows
Higher Shadows than most

Oh, Contrary to what's normal
And Humility's regret
We're always following
Tracks made of Gold
Oh, the train has lost its brakes
And every station is unmanned
So we accelerate onto the road
Oh, the driver's seein' eyes for Lights and listenin' to the news
Barely able to decipher a Word
Oh, he takes another swig of Sour mash to straighten up
And shoves that tin caboose
Up another notch...!

Oh, but He can't see the fire
Oh, no He can't see the fire
No, He can't see the fire
Only shadow's gettin' higher

Higher Shadows
Higher Shadows
Higher Shadows than most


(Thanks to Rhys Braddock for these lyrics)