The Iris Sleeps Under The Snow
She is lost in her eyeIn the pupil she fallsTo a tunnelDeep into her woodsSecret and serpent-likeWalks under the moonsUnder the bonesThe Iris sleeps under the snow
She waits for a busAnd snowflakes fall on her coatAlone as her thoughtsThey waltz with her noseAnd here comes the busAnd they're gone
She waits for a planeShe wears high-heeled jetsTo scratch the skyBut lipstick tatoosDon't hurt much enoughTo kill all those guysAnd break down this nightThough somewhere insideIt's salty and wildEndless and green
Only your bus doesn't stop here