Conditioner

Duration

6:08

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

Who says, quiet rain Shipped wrecked on a lonely island child Lost in space, my ship’s a sail Dead silence with a chilling cold wind Strong smell, deep breath Brain is twisted while the chills roll down my spine Makers came, paved his way Don’t know what it is, don’t know what it is Long. . . . . .way home Yes, I’m sane, blood drains This cloudy day doesn’t seem to get me down Can’t sing, just play I don’t know what it is, don’t know what it is Cry your shame, heel your pain Who’s to say it’s real, who’s to say it’s real Take your thoughts, flush them down the drain. Ships are rolling, while chills role down my spine. Long. . . . . .way home Yes I’m sane, blood drains This cloudy day doesn’t seem to get me down Makers came, paved his way Don’t know what it is, don’t know what it is Long. . . . . .way home