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She is lost in her eye |
| [01:00.40] |
In the pupil she falls |
| [01:05.08] |
To a tunnel |
| [01:11.51] |
Deep into her woods |
| [01:18.05] |
Secret and serpent-like |
| [01:27.44] |
Walks under the moons |
| [01:33.63] |
Under the bones |
| [01:37.75] |
The Iris sleeps under the snow |
| [02:18.54] |
She waits for a bus |
| [02:24.98] |
And snowflakes fall on her coat |
| [02:35.68] |
Alone as her thoughts |
| [02:38.02] |
They waltz with her nose |
| [02:42.16] |
And here comes the bus |
| [02:46.25] |
And they're gone |
| [03:10.46] |
She waits for a plane |
| [03:16.05] |
She wears high-heeled jets |
| [03:20.07] |
To scratch the sky |
| [03:26.20] |
But lipstick tatoos |
| [03:30.26] |
Don't hurt much enough |
| [03:34.23] |
To kill all those guys |
| [03:38.33] |
And break down this night |
| [03:42.13] |
Though somewhere inside |
| [03:45.95] |
It's salty and wild |
| [03:50.01] |
Endless and green |
| [03:58.23] |
Only your bus doesn't stop here |
