| 歌曲 | Maps in Her Wrists and Arms |
| 歌手 | And Also the Trees |
| 专辑 | Virus Meadow |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| In the tent of powder and lace | |
| Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand | |
| Longing to decay | |
| Waits to hear the sound | |
| Of their wings slowly heave as they fly away | |
| Some will stay for days | |
| There's maps in her wrists and arms | |
| And the dust lies like snow around the bed | |
| Glowing white, a sculpture of bone | |
| Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted moon | |
| Shivers in her mind | |
| If she moves too near | |
| It shatters so quickly, leaves nothing behind | |
| The old lady sighs | |
| Sometimes when she lifts her eyes | |
| The room has filled with flowing sheets of silk | |
| There's maps in her wrists and arms | |
| And the morphine surges terror bread and bliss | |
| In the tent of powder and lace | |
| She can hear some violins, watches the strings | |
| Threading through the room |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| In the tent of powder and lace | |
| Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand | |
| Longing to decay | |
| Waits to hear the sound | |
| Of their wings slowly heave as they fly away | |
| Some will stay for days | |
| There' s maps in her wrists and arms | |
| And the dust lies like snow around the bed | |
| Glowing white, a sculpture of bone | |
| Or a jewel like a crumpled, distorted moon | |
| Shivers in her mind | |
| If she moves too near | |
| It shatters so quickly, leaves nothing behind | |
| The old lady sighs | |
| Sometimes when she lifts her eyes | |
| The room has filled with flowing sheets of silk | |
| There' s maps in her wrists and arms | |
| And the morphine surges terror bread and bliss | |
| In the tent of powder and lace | |
| She can hear some violins, watches the strings | |
| Threading through the room |