I can see light Upon the eastern ridge Casting shadows further Drown the flames and leave no trace I can hear cries Upon the eastern wind The sound of distant sorrow Compels me to move on Unsure of the path laid before me Tread lightly through ashen trees Careful not to wake the sleeping beasts Anything could well befall of me So far from home And to think it all could fall away Leaves me feeling frightened and alone So I try We gotta find another way out Feed the jungle brain So I try Collapse under the blackout Seed the other plane So far from home Drowning in this cold glow Alone