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