.Song Title: Cinnamon Chemtrails (Melancholy Version)[Verse 1 – soft, almost whispered]

Met you on a clear day blaze, but the light was already dying

Frolicking wild, then fading slow, first game of passion crying

You were my bowling pin, fragile in the fall

I was the ball, rolling heavy, watching you crumble after all

Saw those beautiful globes in the dimming glow

Double Ds smashing on the court of love... love that we both know

Ends too soon  [Pre-Chorus]

White clouds beneath us, but the glowing moon was cold

Enticed by cinnamon chemtrails, sweet poison in the fold

Cinematic grope, your forever fire flickering low

Cayenne pepper lips, burning bright... then ash, you know  [Chorus – layered, echoing, with strings swelling sadly]

High, high, high... but the rocket's burning out too fast

Your thighs exploding blue, then crashing in the past

Hot, hot, hot... honey on my hands, sticky with regret

Double Ds of young sculptured dreams I can't forget

Sweet perfume on white sheets, springs creaking our goodbye

Moonlit nights watching us fall from the sky

In love, love, love... fading into sad, sad blue

Forever young? Baby, was it ever true?  [Verse 2 – slower, more distant]

Your hot body pressing, but the pulse was already weak

Cayenne lips on my skin, tasting like the end we seek

Fondled slow in the haze, tangled in what we lost

Fields of flowers calling, but the petals turn to frost

No tomorrow left, just this blaze turning gray

We run through chemtrails, but they wash the color away  [Pre-Chorus]

Cinnamon in my teeth from your kiss, but it stings now, baby

Chemtrails painting heaven, but we're the only ones decaying  [Chorus – building, then breaking]

High, high, high... thighs like rockets, blue and bright no more

Exploding love, then silence on a forever shore

Hot, hot, hot... honey dripping slow like tears

Double Ds of paradise, drowned in my fears

White sheets whispering secrets we can't take back

Springs creaking our song into the black

In love, love, love... but love was never enough

Forever young turns to dust when the high is gone  [Bridge – sparse piano, voice cracking]

Will you still want me when the chemtrails fade to nothing?

When the cinnamon kiss turns bitter in the morning light?

Hold me one last time, before the moon turns its back

Frolic among the flowers while they wither in the track

Young forever? Or just young enough to break?

I'm still here in the blaze... but you're already away  [Final Chorus – fading, reverb-heavy, almost a cappella at the end]

High... high... (high on a glowing moon that's gone)

Your cayenne lips, my cinnamon girl, dissolving slow

Double Ds smashing echoes in the empty court below

Frolic with me in the fields... before they're overgrown

In love... love... love... (love, love... fading)  [Outro – whispers over distant strings]

Cinnamon chemtrails... drifting, drifting...

High no more... young and sad... forever gone...  

Cinnamon chemtrails... dissolving... dissolving...

(chemtrails... chemtrails...)  High... no more...

(High... no more...)  Your cayenne lips... gone cold on the wind...

(cold... wind...)  Double Ds... fading shadows on the empty court...

(echoes... empty...)  White sheets... stained with nothing now...

(nothing... now...)  Springs silent... no more creaking our name...

(silent... name...)  Fields of flowers... withered to ash under the moon's blind eye...

(ash... blind eye...)  Frolic with me... ?

(With me...? ...me...?)  In love... love... love...

(love... love... love...)  ...love...

(...love...)  ...gone...

(...gone...)  [Final breath, barely audible, over a single decaying piano note and distant wind]

Young... and... sad... forever... gone...  [Total silence. Then, one last faint whisper, like a recording played backward:]

Cinnamon... chemtrails...