Anathema - 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 loneliness 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