Luna Gray Plastic Skies 90s Shoegaze Post Grunge

Artist: Luna Gray Song: Plastic Skies (1994) Billboards breathing in the haze, Selling comfort in brighter days. Every promise shines, but still, The color bends, the air is filled. Plastic skies above my head, Painted blue but left for dead. Every shine feels counterfeit, Every cloud a perfect script. Magazine faces stare through me, Selling hope in transparency. The brighter the picture, the more it lies, I dissolve in plastic skies. Plastic skies above my head, Painted blue but left for dead. Every shine feels counterfeit, Every cloud a perfect script. Blur the edges, Erase the seams. Build me a heaven From old machines. Plastic skies above my head, Painted blue but left for dead. Every shine feels counterfeit, Every dream a broadcast fit.