Album by: This Beautiful Mess
Artist by: Sixpence None The Richer
Deep inside the darkest night
Is drinking in the light
From pinholes pricked
Holy needles knicked
In a canopy of white
Im alone, Im alone
And Im beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hope
Then Ill drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow inside
And I fear that youve 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
Nothings good enough for anyone
And the look on my face
Leaves a subtle trace of the change
That is to come