Tác giả : Sixpence None the Richer
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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