That night beneath the howling moon
you blew my heart away.
Shotgun sawn-off, smoking,
you blew it away – the smoke.
I had a heart before it failed me,
I had one that was once true,
and yet you bared white fangs
and came upon me like a wolf.
Have I harmed you in a life long past
that you should hurt me once again?
Or is this sweet mess your heart's desire,
the half to your broken soul?
Beneath the howling moon I wailed,
I cried and sobbed and lost my faith.
And beneath the shine in your silver pelt,
you said goodbye without a kiss.