Driftless Pony Club Maps Of Low Fidelity
You swallow birds
I can hear them tearing at your throat
Songs start and stop
You're trying to breathe between the notes
And if you're good when your body dies
We'll use your bones to salt the skies
And the vapor comes
And the vapor comes
And if you're good in a black T-shirt
We'll use your sweat to salt the Earth
And the vapor comes
And the vapor comes
You're drawing lines
You're trying to regain control
Maps of low fidelity
Streets and signs have abandoned their roles
And if you're good when your body dies
We'll use your bones to salt the skies
And the vapor comes
And the vapor comes
And if you're good in an A-line skirt
We'll use your sweat to salt the Earth
And the vapor comes
And the vapor comes
