Cries On The Wind - Anathema

reaching out. how things look different on the way down, disillusioned, i've lost desire, will i burn in the unforgiving fire?, from the flames, i walk away, i've found a way to erase the pain, an empty bottle, my receptacle, a guardian angel called escape, don't dwell on the forthcoming, as i know it won't be happening, and you know, when i'm gone, you'll hear my cries on the wind,