Lyrics Malachite - Lydia Ainsworth

The red car is the one
The one that goes all on its own
Just pull it back
Watch it race across the floor

(I marked a black cross)
With the heel of my mother′s shoe
(I won't tell a soul)
Blame it on the man this afternoon

(The Internet is dead)
(The Internet is gone)
It can′t get you here
Apple blossom
Don't you fear?

I found a stone out on the lawn
Shining black with veins of green
On a hunt for ancient bones
Turned up something strange indeed

(At 3PM sharp)
My arms will slowly rise
(Best not to fight it)
Here's to coming home alive

(The Internet is dead)
(The Internet is gone)
It can′t get you here
Apple blossom
Don′t you fear?