Hunter's Gun

Don't come near me I don't wanna fall in love I can tell a hunter's gun from a glimmer in the brush You watch TV while I see us growing old I can tell a creaseless fold from a wrinkle in the mold I was strolling I was looking for a time I can tell a sickly vine from the smoothest glass of wine Don't come near me I don't wanna see your face I can tell a hunter's gaze in the way you say my name