When the sun falls low, I can see the cloud
Stretched like a vulture with its wings held out
And we've run so far, but it's waiting still
Eyes in flames searching for a kill
When the sun falls low
When the sun falls low
It's only time with the scent around
In comes the wind from the poison ground
So cry for your sin, cry as it grows
Something's coming in that'll take your soul
World's getting old, blood's running cold
But it's burning me, burning me now
When the salt wind blows
In the cold moonshine there's a sickly glow
Out in the distance where nobody knows
If it's night or day if it's hot or cold
Lying in a place where the world grows old
In the cold moonshine
In the cold moonshine
And like a rabbit staring down a gun
Frozen with fear and no place to run
So cry for your sin, cry as it grows
Something's coming in that'll take your soul
World's getting old, blood's running cold
But it's burning me, burning me now
But it's burning me, burning me now
When the salt wind blows
And like a rabbit staring down a gun
Frozen with fear and no place to run
So cry for your sin, cry as it grows
Somethings coming in that'll take your soul
World's getting old, blood's running cold
But it's burning me, burning me now
But it's burning me, burning me now
When the salt wind blows
When the salt wind blows
When the salt wind blows