Maps in Her Wrists and Arms-And Also the Trees

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones [00:01.419] [00:20.820] In the tent of powder and lace [00:29.061] Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand [00:35.565] Longing to decay [00:44.437] Waits to hear the sound [00:52.856] Of their wings slowly heave as they fly away [00:58.969] Some will stay for days [01:02.434] [01:15.814] There's maps in her wrists and arms [01:21.478] And the dust lies like snow around the bed [01:26.252] [01:45.844] Glowing white, a sculpture of bone [01:56.696] Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted moon [02:03.288] Shivers in her mind [02:11.845] If she moves too near [02:20.801] It shatters so quickly, leaves nothing behind [02:26.989] The old lady sighs [02:29.824] [02:43.538] Sometimes when she lifts her eyes [02:49.535] The room has filled with flowing sheets of silk [02:58.820] There's maps in her wrists and arms [03:04.321] And the morphine surges terror bread and bliss [03:09.724] [03:36.578] In the tent of powder and lace [03:51.220] She can hear some violins, watches the strings [03:57.919] Threading through the room