The Iris Sleeps Under the Snow

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 kill 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