The Road from Fire Fly by Zan Sherbet

Plastic peals away
Metal turns to rust
Work your fingers to the bone
But this situation aint for us
The remains of yesterday
Thrown into the sun
I don't know what we were thinking of
But your works never done
A working holiday
And the money comes and goes
Flying on a rocket ship in some old fancy clothes
Summer is a beautiful way
With all the time in the world
On a beautiful day

White lines, they fly
No Diesel for the fire
No windows for a view
White lines, they fly
No Diessal for the fire
No windows for a view

Plastic peals away
Metal turns to rust
Work your fingers to the bone
But this situation aint for us
The remains of yesterday
Thrown into the sun
I don't know what we were thinking of
But your works never done
Growing sea of green
Try more than you need
Working by the burning light
The airflow keep it clean
What rules mean to me
Hidden in a dream
Sparking up to effervesce
The meanings lost on me

The vapour flows
Its time to change the rules
No medicine for free
Open it up
The lights are burning bright
Use an oil machine

White lines they fly
Always on my mind
Whites lines they fly
Never wasting time

White lines they fly
Always on my mind
White lines they fly
Never wasting time

• Alternative
• Shoegaze
• ambient
• chamber psych
• dance
• punk
• Bristol