Devin Townsend – Flight
And so it goes
The window left open
I find myself drawn
To the eveningOh, throw me out
I’m already leaving
Oh, float me down
To my reapingPaint the streets red
With my decision
Feed the pidgeons
With my collisionI am beyond all this
I wash my hands of it
This is my request
Wish me the bestThis is my request
Wish me the bestNow I fall
Now I call
I’m colderHow much I miss you
How bad I miss you