Spread out the old maps on the floor
Plot the course of the infection
Trace from its beginnings to the present
Is there no one here who's making this connection?
Feral cats out by the trashcans
To the true believer everything's a sign
Scrape the pigments from the baseboards
In the shadow of the western hills
And paint my vision on my body
In the shadow of the western hills
Verse: 2
Bleak rose-petal sky in two dimensions
Black tree line a blade that cuts across it all
Can't seem to sleep or find my appetite
Since I got home from the hospital
Call up Rebecca maybe try to explain
But she hangs up while I'm still talking
I walk out into the rain
Wander from the alley to the darkness
Sink down completely leave no trace
Trapped beneath the surface of the ice again
Lie still with the moonlight on my face
Wait for the wolves to keep their promise
Listen for their footfalls on the snow
I can't hear things clearly to be honest
In the shadow of the western hills
He gets most healed that waits the longest
In the shadow of the western hills