Текст песни Six Pence None The Richer - Bleeding
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Deep inside the darkest nightIs drinking in the lightFrom pinholes prickedHoly needles knickedIn a canopy of whiteIm alone, Im aloneAnd Im beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hopeThen Ill drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow insideAnd I fear that youve gone awayBut you must be somewhere nearThe fire fades so the deepest shadesSlowly trickle down the wallIn a room I hide will I come outsideAnd have some kind of fallAll my words, all my wordsThey have lost all their worthNothings good enough for anyoneAnd the look on my faceLeaves a subtle trace of the changeThat is to come