Situations Like These - Icon Of Coil

Serenity is the devil, we caress our solitude

Conversations with silence…

A stick right through our mind

Embraced by shimmering water

We could die for a breath of the wind

Slowly we suffocate in the vein of eternity

We’ve never been close to them

The distance is our shield

The texture of our bodies

An alliance of broken dreams

We’ll float away with the tide

In situations like these

Feel the storm build up inside

Burn the infected wounds

We caress our solitude

Alone with serenity