I was 22 when I first died
But in the darkest dark I saw no light
And it was blinding just how dim it got
It was a cold I thought could never come

And I had hurt before but not like this
It was the strangest struggle I had ever hit
And I was useless to the world around me
To barely gather up the strength to say:

"Save me
When the rivers run dry
Bring me where the waters run deep
Where the eyes cannot see"