The moon, on a blackened sky here I wait, by the light tower a pair of lights, comes closer down the road on a thunderful night he drives to meet me here tonight, I'll die in black and white just like a hitchcock star thrown in his arms tonight I'll die in hitchock light the wolf[wind? or man?], plays with my hair as he touched my cheek to catch a red tear his chin feels rough as he whispers in my ear "tonight you will die, as a hitchcock starlet" tonight, I'll die in black and white just like a hitchcock star thrown in his arms tonight I'll die in hitchcock light tonight, I'll die in black and white just like a hitchcock star thrown in his arms tonight I'll die in hitchcock light I'll die in hitchcock die in hitchcock star