Contrails Lyrics

Contrails

blood work done will say we’re poison i will taste from your lips will
you taste from my lips to be sure we’ll sit here turning blue together
one final collapse of our union is well deserved goodbye surrounded by his
tribe shaman tells of men in the sky no one will believe the contrails in the
sky will prove him right fell in love with isolation an obvious thought given
time to reflect on events we’re finding blessing in departure a slowly
decaying resolve to set forth alone i wish you well