You swallow birds I can hear them tearing at your throat Songs start and stop You're trying to breathe between the notes And if you're good when your body dies They'll use your bones to salt the skies And the vapor comes And the vapor comes And if you're good in a black T-shirt We'll use your sweat to salt the Earth And the vapor comes And the vapor comes
You're trying lines You're trying to regain control Maps of low fidelity Streets and signs have abandoned their roles And if you're good when your body dies They'll use your bones to salt the skies And the vapor comes And the vapor comes And if you're good in an A-line skirt We'll use your sweat to salt the Earth And the vapor comes And the vapor comes