Crimson Sun

I heard you calling why on the run
Are you waiting for the golden one
How in hell or heaven could he help you
You're afraid of the sun
My hands are fried

Falling to your knees in your time of need
Looking for keys in your tumbleweed
Fish are falling from the pregnant sky
While you're waiting for Sunday pie

Long stretch desert night
Sand reach to the sky
Horse striding to the sea
Gonna walk on the Galilee
My saddle is squeaking
Sing to the star that will save me

Hey where's PJ
I think he's swimming
He forgot the words again
Excuse me brother I didn't see you come in

Excuse me brother
I've been waiting nicely like Tweedledum
Don't try to tell me you're not the one
Even though Tweedledee may deny thee
I've been waiting nicely like Tweedledum
Don't try to tell me you're not the One
Even though Tweedledee may deny thee
Everybody knows the Crimson Sun



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Sadler
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