Anathema - Wings Of God

Wings Of God

No one can find me
Here in my soul
Kicking and screaming
Out of control
Calm myself down
Nobody knows
No one can find me
Here in my soul
Hooked on your problems
Do I know why
And if you come my way again
Would I lend a hand
Would I understand
Solitude was never seen as lone liness
And things need time
And time leads to other things
And playing roles
Which are limited
By the poor fund of knowledge
In this sick, sick world
We all fall down
Once in a while
Escaping the law of the unexplained pains