The sun bled out in the western sky

A final gasp of a dying light

The wind got still, the coyotes cry

And the world holds its breath for the night

There's a rustle in the Johnson grass

A secret that the shadows keep

I feel the weight of what's come to pass

And promises we couldn't keep

The air gets thin, the colors bleed a familiar and a frightening tune

Yeah, something's pulling at the seams

I feel it coming soon...

Under the red moon, the harvest moon

Dressed in crimson and maroon

All the truths we tried to hide

Are pulling like a bloody tide

There's no running from what's due

Underneath the crimson moon

I saw you standing by the fence line

Your silhouette against the glow I knew

your heart was no longer mine

A fact I was too slow to know

The dust we raised in the summer heat Has settled now and turned to clay

And every lie we spoke so sweet

Comes dancing out to have its say

The air gets thin, the colors bleed

That same old, haunting, wretched tune Yeah, everything we planted as a seed

Is coming into bloom...

Under the red moon, the harvest moon Dressed in crimson and maroon

All the truths we tried to hide

Are pulling like a bloody tide

There's no running from what's due Underneath the crimson moon

Is it a warning?

Is it a sign?

A judgment from the world above?

Or just a light that's not divine

That shows the price of broken love?

This rusty light upon my skin

It feels like fever, feels like shame

It's the moment we both begin

To whisper each other's forgotten name...

Under the red moon, the harvest moon

Dressed in crimson and maroon

All the truths we tried to hide

Are crashing in on the evening tide

There's no running from what's due

underneath the crimson moon

The moon turns grey as the night wears on...

The spell is broken, almost gone...

But the stain remains, feelings strong... and beneath the moon we sing our wrongs...

The spell is broken, almost gone...

But the stain remains, feelings strong... and beneath the moon we sing our wrongs...