Maps In Her Wrists And Arms Lyrics - And Also The Trees

In the tent of powder and lace 

Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand 

Longing to decay 

Waits to hear the sound 

Of their wings slowly heave as they fly away 

Some will stay for days 

There's maps in her wrists and arms 

And the dust lies like snow around the bed 

Glowing white, a sculpture of bone 

Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted moon 

Shivers in her mind 

If she moves too near 

It shatters so quickly, leaves nothing behind 

The old lady sighs 

Sometimes when she lifts her eyes 

The room has filled with flowing sheets of silk 

There's maps in her wrists and arms 

And the morphine surges terror bread and bliss 

In the tent of powder and lace 

She can hear some violins, watches the strings 

Threading through the room