Driftless Pony Club
Maps Of Low Fidelity
You swallow birdsI can hear them tearing at your throatSongs start and stopYou're trying to breathe between the notesAnd if you're good when your body diesWe'll use your bones to salt the skiesAnd the vapor comesAnd the vapor comesAnd if you're good in a black T-shirtWe'll use your sweat to salt the EarthAnd the vapor comesAnd the vapor comesYou're drawing linesYou're trying to regain controlMaps of low fidelityStreets and signs have abandoned their rolesAnd if you're good when your body diesWe'll use your bones to salt the skiesAnd the vapor comesAnd the vapor comesAnd if you're good in an A-line skirtWe'll use your sweat to salt the EarthAnd the vapor comesAnd the vapor comesOooh oooh oooh ooh oh
From Letras Mania