Pink skies falling, silver rain,
We’re dressed in lilac, feel no pain.
The world’s on fire but we just kiss,
End of times, but it feels like bliss.
Apocalypse in pastels,
Doom has never looked so well.
Hold me ‘til the sirens fade,
Let our colors never pale.
Ash in our hair like glitter dust,
Building castles out of rust.
If this is it, we’ll make it art,
Paint our names before we part.
Apocalypse in pastels,
Doom has never looked so well.
Hold me ‘til the sirens fade,
Let our colors never pale.
