Cries On The Wind
Anathema - Cries On The Wind
Reaching out...
How things look different on the way down
Disillusioned, Ive lost desire
Will I burn in the unforgiving fire
From the flames, I walk away
Ive 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 Im gone
Youll hear my cries on the wind |
