[Lyric] Setting Sun (Brahms' Third Racket)

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