Из альбома: Maps of Tacit
These bloated veins have climbed
Hillsides and airlines
Looking for a limb to reside
This eager scheme has turned
Lathered up your bottled smile
But the notice just passes the tether by
In storms the coils do fail
And I will paw for air
You buckle and stir
My brittle hand
O' this empty glance of you
Folds only to consume
How they fray away
These ribbons of you