Aviator by Tete Essien from London United Kingdom

a song about feeling the spotlight that was once on you leave, and struggling to come to terms with that.

put a little colour in those cheeks
paper over the cracks
light grave dressing for a pretty end

the last of the autumn leaves
lost in winters tracks
tired flames haven't the breath to pretend

but anything to make it last
psycho facials, oxygen masks
aviator, those days have flown away

first on the scene and the last to leave
now your days are dust
never thought the speed would ease
when you were living fast
neon lights, oh free entry
it's a thing of the past
those days have died, babe
those days are gone

well, she’d never pla discrete
but always held the trick
and how illusionists would chase her

tried to slip in where you’d
blink and you’d miss it
watch the clock and you’ll never get to later

before the taste could leave their mouths
and crooked refs could stop the bout
aviator, those days have flown away

first on the scene and the last to leave
now your days are dust
never thought the speed would ease
when you were living fast
neon lights, oh free entry
it's a thing of the past
those days have died, babe

yeah that’s good, but what’s up next?
the gripe beside that well taught hex
aviator, those days have flown away

first on the scene and the last to leave
now your days are dust
never thought the speed would ease
when you were living fast
neon lights, oh free entry
it's a thing of the past
those days have died, babe

first on the scene and the last to leave
now your days are dust
never thought that speed would ease
when you were living fast
neon lights, oh free entry
it's a thing of the past
those days have died, babe
those days are gone, gone, gone