Fine Young Firecrackers - Conditions

After a calm walk to the mirror

I never thought this frame could ever seem so empty

A missing face has made it lose its touch

And I’m shaking, but nonetheless alive

There were centuries in the sky that night

History buried deep in those bright lights

Bright flashes with spectacular goodbyes

Why couldn’t ours have been so nice?

Still I hung on every word…

I remember each word at the top of my lungs

Laying back for the last time

Breathing in, breathing in…

Laying back for the last time

To rise unloved again

I prayed for you, but I never prayed for this

I prayed for you