This is no exaggeration I truly am alone A hundred million clicks And eight long months from home But I'm holding to my promise I'll land and plant the flag For god and corporation And the greater good of man There's no law that can touch me My sins are mine to keep I'm a rocket, I'm an island And on my shore she sleeps I'm not coming back from here I've been too far now I'm cold but I'm not scared In the Spirit of Shackleton Pretty droplets of crimson Surround me as they drift Bonding together Or bursting into mist So I open up my mouth to them And offer out my tongue They are salty and sweet Like the memory of love I'm not coming back from here I've been too far I'm cold but I'm not scared And I'm unshackled I'm not coming back from here I've been too far I'm cold but I'm not scared In the Spirit of Shackleton