Bleeding — текст песни (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

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