I'm out.
Call me when the clowns are gone.
The winter here's cold and bitter
It's chilled us to the bone
We haven't seen the sun for weeks
To long too far from home
I feel just like I'm sinking
And I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh darkness I feel like letting go…
…It's better this way. (Sarah McLachlan, "Full of Grace")