Текст песни Sixpence None The Richer - Bleeding
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Deep inside the darkest nightIs drinking in the lightFrom pinholes prickedHoly needles knickedIn a canopy of whiteI`m alone, I`m aloneAnd I`m beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hopeThen I`ll drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow insideAnd I fear that you`ve 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 worthNothing`s good enough for anyoneAnd the look on my faceLeaves a subtle trace of the changeThat is to come