Of Certain Conditions

Of certain conditions
That weren't meant to be forgotten
You could hardly call it an island

Imprinting above and down the line
I see it in your faces gaping silently
Stay away

I've never been there and have
No wish to go
I've never been there and have
No wish to go

Waves in the dark
When the tide door rattles hold your breath
So they won't find you

Can it be too late for me?
I can see them in the glass

Limping through the streets
With your hissing namelessly
That one I recall good and old
Such places have strange properties

Now I'll make you see

Can it be too late for me?
I can see them in the glass

Limping through the streets
With your hissing namelessly
That one I recall good and old
Such places have strange properties

Waiting in their cities and for eons after
Fade to black

Can it be too late for me?
I can see them in the glass

Limping through the streets
With your hissing namelessly
That one I recall good and old
Such places have strange properties



Credits
Writer(s): Lindsay Payton
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