Anathema - Cries on the wind

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