Cowboy Song

In the morn is when I mourn you most
In this way we’re always doomed
This face of mine won’t be around
To see what remains of you

I drink your shape like the wind that’s left
In the forests growing dry
I drink til I’m swollen like a wound
To see what remains of you

I loathe the sound of the quiet place that haunts me now you’re gone
Brokenly I hear your breath where once there was a tongue

Oh brokenly I hear your breath where once there was your tongue
Oh brokenly I hear your breath where once there was your tongue
Oh brokenly I hear your breath where once there was a tongue
Oh brokenly I feel your breath where once there was your tongue