Myslovitz - 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