Sunrise

There's a cackle from the jackal, a whistle in the wind and a pistol in my hands again

This dusty road's gonna take me home or swallow me whole in sin

There's a snake in the sand with an apple in hand

But soon the sun will rise

The tides rise high on a moonlit night, the breeze runs warm and free

Tobacco stains lead my thought in trains to my own mortality

I see the face of my lover call out for another

But soon the sun will rise

I awake in bed shivering in sweat her head lays on my chest

The petals of blame fall in flames from the heavens to disturb my rest