[intro]
“Don’t look out the window, sugar… just turn on the hushlight.”
[Verse 1]
Porch light flicker, don’t mean welcome
Mean somethin’s movin’ and you best not help ‘em
Curtains twitch, eyes stay low
In this town, you don’t ask—you know
Church bell cracked, preacher long gone
Now the crows give sermons from the powerline thong
Sheriff got a limp and a fogged-up eye
Keeps a shotgun by the bed and a flask bone-dry
We don’t talk much, we don’t dig deep
We just keep the hushlights burnin’ when the pinewoods creep
Little Timmy gone missin’? That’s a shame
But the dogs didn’t bark, so we ain’t sayin’ names
[chorus]
Hushlights glow in the trailer night
Keep your prayers short and your doors shut tight
If the wind says run, you walk real slow
‘Cause what’s out there already knows
Hushlights hum when the b***d gets thick
And the shadows crawl up the windows quick
Ain’t no savin’ this cursed old patch
Just hold your kin close and don’t strike a match
[Verse 2]
Old man Boone seen the bagboy once
Now he walks like his bones been punched
Talkin’ to the sky like the clouds owe rent
Hands full of teeth and his mind half spent
The mill shut down but the smell stayed on
Like bleach and rot and a hymn gone wrong
Even the moon don’t rise too high
She peeks one time, then just drifts on by
We don’t leave notes, we don’t leave trails
Just burn what twitches and salt the nails
Every child learns how to shut their scream
When the burlap shuffles through a fever dream
[chorus]
Hushlights glow in the trailer night
Keep your prayers short and your doors shut tight
If the wind says run, you walk real slow
‘Cause what’s out there already knows
Hushlights hum when the b***d gets thick
And the shadows crawl up the windows quick
Ain’t no savin’ this cursed old patch
Just hold your kin close and don’t strike a match
[Outro]
“In Black Hollow we don’t watch the woods… the woods watch us.”
[outro]
“You can bury the screams, but the hushlight knows…”
“It don’t shine to guide… it shines to warn.”
“Ain’t no mercy past the gate of this dirt…”
“Just burlap breath and the heat of hurt…”
“So keep your mouth shut, keep your hands dry…”
“If you see him smilin’, it’s your turn to die.”
