Lyrics

Wild horses running down the mountainside
All our sins washing in with the tide
A father grieves his wife and his only son
A thousand souls left to die on the run

A yellow morning comes sweeping through the bay
Like many before there’s some who’ve lost their way
Swimming softly against the winds to freedom’s door
Others resting on that distant golden shore

Millions more fleeing a life of death and fear
Waiting for the world to change with every fallen tear

Are we running from the truth ?
Maybe dreamers in disguise ?
Red moon, red moon on the rise

Purple sky is crying from the sins of yesterday
Red moon watches all the ships come to the bay
The fire keeps on ragin’ in the golden valley below
The cries can be heard from London to Mexico

Are we running from the truth ?
Maybe sinners in disguise ?
Red moon, red moon on the rise
Red moon on the rise