Rose Mourn - Open Skies, Empty Roads

#PostPunk #Darkwave #Coldwave #GothMusic #newmusic Lyrics: The road is wet and empty The sky is turning pale I pull my scarf around me And breathe into the cold I left before the morning With no message on your phone Just my boots beside the doorway And the quiet of the hall Your jacket stayed on the chair Like it hadn’t heard the news I touched the sleeve a second Then I had to let it loose The city sat below me All metal, glass, and rain I watched the headlights moving Like blood inside a vein I thought I’d feel much smaller Once I stepped outside But the air kept getting wider With every mile behind Open skies, empty roads I am walking into grey Not running from the wreckage Just giving it its place Open skies, empty roads There is nothing left to prove You were part of my becoming But I don’t belong to you Keep the coat Keep the key Keep the version You had of me My hair is full of weather My hands are going numb There’s a red scarf in the mirror And the sound of what is done I pass the last apartments Where the curtains start to glow Somebody’s making breakfast Somebody doesn’t know A bus moves through the distance Slow and blue with early light I almost turn around there Then I choose the road instead It wasn’t brave or pretty It was just the only way When a room becomes too narrow You learn to leave the frame Open skies, empty roads I am walking into grey Not running from the wreckage Just giving it its place Open skies, empty roads There is nothing left to prove You were part of my becoming But I don’t belong to you No speech at the doorway No crying in the rain No perfect little sentence To make the hurt behave I won’t make you the villain I won’t make myself clean We were tired, we were careless We were somewhere in between And if I miss you later In some ordinary room I’ll make tea, open a window And let the evening move Open skies, empty roads I am walking into grey Not running from the wreckage Just giving it its place Open skies, empty roads There is nothing left to prove You were part of my becoming But I don’t belong to you Open skies, empty roads The city fades below I keep the red scarf moving And I let the cold wind know The road is wet and empty The sky is turning pale I don’t know what comes after But I’m already there