Lost Dog Records

Lyrics

SETTTING SUN Gold as the dust that settles on your brow Cold as the wind that rustles through the bough Gold in your eyes and the fever starts to fail Cold in your hands as they fumble for the grail Here it comes Setting sun In the barrel of a gun It starts to show Starts to grow In the feathers of the crow It's never done Setting sun End of days has just begun Make it so Make it go Setting sun will always glow Old as the bones that rattle in your tomb Young as the night and the darkness starts to bloom Old as the day in the comfort of the womb Young as a rose with its poisonous perfume Here it comes Setting sun In the barrel of a gun It starts to show Starts to grow In the feathers of the crow It's never done Setting sun End of days has just begun Make it so Make it go Setting sun will always glow Always glow c2009 Wishnefsky