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