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