Spread out the old maps on the floor Plot the course of the infection Trace from its beginnings to the present Is there no one here who's making this connection Feral cats out by the trash can To the true believer everything's a sign Scrape the pigments from the baseboards In the shadow of the western hills And paint my vision on my body In the shadow of the western hills Bleak rose petaled sky in two dimensions Black tree line a blade that cuts across it all Can't seem to sleep or find my appetite Since i got back from the hospital
Call up Rebecca maybe try to explain But she hangs up while I'm still talking i walk out into the rain Wander from the alley to the darkness Sink down completely leave no trace Trapped beneath the surface of the ice again Lie still with the moonlight on my face Wait for the wolves to keep their promise Listen for their footfalls on the snow I can't hear things clearly to be honest In the shadow of the western hills He gets most healed that waits the longest In the shadow of the western hills