The darkness, the pain My memories, insane The darkness, the pain My memories, insane Waking up on the wrong side of death Unable to think, to breathe, to react I don't know I don't know why I don't know why I'm still alive The milky light of a November sky, A trembling hand shielding my eyes, Dragging myself out of a Docklands street, Can't think of a reason why I'm still on my feet The darkness, the pain My memories, insane I need to know I need to know why I need to know why I'm still alive