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
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
- :
- The Fatherless And The Widow
- Lost in Transition
- Sixpence None The Richer
- Miscellaneous
- The Dawn Of Grace
- RTL2, Le Son Pop Rock Rentrée 2015
- AOL Sessions
- Lost in Transition (Bonus Track Version)
- This Beautiful Mess
- Collage: A Portrait of Their Best
- Early Favorites
- The Early Years
- Lost Treasures: An Essential Rarities Collection
- All Woman
- Waiting On the Sun (Studio Series Performance Track)
- Top Ten: Sixpence None the Richer
- Songs from the Book
- Waar is de zomer? Hier is de zomer!
- The Best of the Early Years
- Mega 3: Sixpence None the Richer