[Verse 1] The porch light flickers like a dying nerve I’m carving names into the floorboards again. She took the sunrise when she hit the curve, Left me a bottle and a rust-cold pen. I play the silver, the metal tastes of blood, I’m pulling melodies out of the mountain mud. [Chorus] Blow it hard till my lungs turn black, Screaming for the shadow that won’t come back. The harmonica’s a razor in a hollow chest, Calling for the heartbeat I loved the best. She left me rotted, she left me stone, Playing for a ghost on a mountain throne. [Harmonica Solo: Agonizing, dissonant harmonica leads, weeping bends, sudden violent drum hits that snap like breaking bone] [Verse 2] The valley knows the tune, it hates the sound, It buries every note beneath the frozen ground. I see her dress in the mist of the creek, But it’s just the loneliness making me weak. The harmonica hums, a serpent in my palm, There ain't no mercy, there ain't no calm. [Bridge] Skin goes gray and the eyes go wild, I’m just a broken, abandoned child. Every breath is a funeral rite, Howling her name into the mouth of the night. [Outro] She’s gone. She’s gone. I’m still breathing this poison. [Final long, dissonant harmonica wail] [Fade out to silence]
