I have wandered far and wide All the way from Paris to Mexico Till I was gone and didn't know In the end the thing that keeps me walking is your shine Your shine in the morning Your shine in the distance Your shine inside the laughter and the ghosts They have spoken of the river Forever bending inside the fever Of the saints that walk all night with no domain In the end the thing that keeps them walking is your shine Your shine when they wear no coat Your shine when the feeling's low Your shine when it's too late to turn around I have frozen up my dreams Thinking I was all alone Fighting every minute For each turning stone I have reached the rocket speed I have touched the ground that feeds Scaling fences, looking for the healing sunlight In the end the thing that keeps me walking is your shine Your shine in transmissions Your shine in decisions Your shine when I labour to the new day It's your shine, your shine, your shine, shine, shine on