Текст песни And Also The Trees - Maps In Her Wrists And Arms
And Also The Trees - Maps In Her Wrists And Arms слова песни
In the tent of powder and laceVultures pick at a carcass that feeds by handLonging to decayWaits to hear the soundOf their wings slowly heave as they fly awaySome will stay for daysThere`s maps in her wrists and armsAnd the dust lies like snow around the bedGlowing white, a sculpture of boneOr a jewel like a crumpled, distorted moonShivers in her mindIf she moves too nearIt shatters so quickly, leaves nothing behindThe old lady sighsSometimes when she lifts her eyesThe room has filled with flowing sheets of silkThere`s maps in her wrists and armsAnd the morphine surges terror bread and blissIn the tent of powder and laceShe can hear some violins, watches the stringsThreading through the room