Bleeding

Deep inside the darkest night

Is drinking in the light

From pinholes pricked

Holy needles knicked

In a canopy of whiteI'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 insideAnd I fear that you've gone away

But you must be somewhere nearThe 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 fallAll my words, all my words

They have lost all their worth

Nothing's good enough for anyoneAnd the look on my face

Leaves a subtle trace of the change

That is to come