Bottom reached for reaching hands Where samaritans have resigned Somewhere along the way, we've lost both substance and shape Misspent days and long gone names Somewhere along the way, we've lost both substance and shape Misspent days and long gone names Drowning in a sea of shame, drenched by our own disdain Drowning in a sea of shame, drenched by our own disdain Bottom reached for reaching hands when samaritans have failed Without guidance, without faith, there are hollow wraiths that roam the streets Day by day, reckless schemes