She is lost in her eye
In the pupil she falls
To a tunnel
Deep into her woods
Secret and serpent-like
Walks under the moons
Under the bones
The Iris sleeps under the snow
She waits for a bus
And snowflakes fall on her coat
Alone as her thoughts
They waltz with her nose
And here comes the bus
And they're gone
She waits for a plane
She wears high-heeled jets
To scratch the sky
But lipstick tatoos
Don't hurt much enough
To k** all those guys
And break down this night
Though somewhere inside
It's salty and wild
Endless and green
Only your bus doesn't stop here