Текст (слова) песни: Sixpence None The Richer - Bleeding
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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