Rose Quartz Lyrics by Mel Stone
Jet planes going the opposite way
Contrails cut the sky, the only trace you left in your wake
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Jet planes going the opposite way
Contrails cut the sky, the only trace you left in your wake
Compare everything i see
To the one I want to be
Brass pipes screaming drones consumed with dread
With every little detail adding up to the end
Put my future on the line
Invested too much time
She sunk into the golden coast
All saccharine and lachrymose
All the way
Slipped through the early day
Kind and quiet accommodations
A new narrow life of assimilation
The last one here alive
Burning candles, shadow frontier