Lingers

shotgun shells, and kentucky bourbon; long howling nights, bound by the moon/ teeth bared to the icy cold, the taste of blood. lingers. the fiddle weeps, while the mandolin prays. old hat pulled down, feet dance to the sound/ teeth bared to the icy cold, the taste of blood... lingers... broke down and busted, carried by the darkness. fists pound the walls, but there's no one home/ teeth bared to the icy cold, the taste of blood. lingers. woman, smell and touch, sucks the light from empty. she rolls me over, cries out like a cat/ teeth bared to the icy cold, the taste of blood. lingers.