Deep inside the darkest night Is drinking in the light From pinholes pricked Holy needles knicked In a canopy of white
I'm alone, I'm alone And I'm beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hope Then I'll drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow inside
And I fear that you've gone away But you must be somewhere near
The fire fades so the deepest shades Slowly trickle down the wall In a room I hide will I come outside And have some kind of fall All my words, all my words They have lost all their worth Nothing's good enough for anyone And the look on my face Leaves a subtle trace of the change That is to come
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