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
guardian angel called escape

Don't dwell on the [bad word] As I know it won't be happening
And you know, when I'm gone
You'll hear my cries on the wind

[Lyrics: D.Patterson, Music: D.Cavanagh & D.Patterson]