Anathema - Cries On The Wind

Cries On The Wind

Reaching out...
How things look different on the way down
Disillusioned, I have lost desire
Wi will I burn in the unforgiving fire?
From the flames, I walk away
I have found a way to erase the pain
An empty bottle, my receptacle
A guardian angel called escape
Dont dwell on the forthcoming
As I know it wont be happening
And you know, when Imgone
You wi will hear my cries on the wind