Setting Sun - Miracle Of Sound

Red stain on the grain of the timber

Obscured in the trees and the towns

There’s a sinister scent on the wind

Our time’s gonna come around

The red sun is going down

There’s a devil inside of us all now

There’s a giant to bring to the ground

He’s takin us out when he falls

Our time’s gonna come around

The red sun is going down

And there’s a price to pay

For all that we have done

Turn my eyes away

And watch the setting sun

Grey ghosts in the smoke of the campfires

They weep and they wail with no sound

They darken the lights and the lamps

Our time’s gonna come around

The red sun is going down

There’s a sting on the gasp of my breath now

There’s a mark on the wrists ever bound

Raw rings in the cycle of death

Our time’s gonna come around

The red sun is going down

And there’s a price to pay

For all that we have done

Turn my eyes away

And watch the setting sun

Now loyalty’s a pistol

And my heart is full of holes

I’m bleeding out my spirit

Breathing out my soul

Our days are all almost over

Times have changed around these parts

There ain’t no more cowboys

Only men with violent hearts

And there’s a price to pay

For all that we have done

Turn my eyes away

And watch the setting sun