Sometimes at night
In that strange delirious half-light
I hear voices
Weird ones, pretty ones, angry ones
They whisper to me
And as I listen I remember
Of that cold and dark December
When I reached my rock bottom
All my memories of love forgotten
In the darkness shines a light
One you can’t see with normal sight
And through drowning water reaches
A hand that helps and teaches
I can swim, I just can’t find it
In my heart to live
Yet I did
And I here I lie
With my face to the sky
Listening to my voices
They speak of long made choices
But the past has gone
Now the future has come
Also I'm not sure if I'm in love with the title
