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