Lyrics Bleeding - Sixpence None The Richer

Bleeding

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