Whitley
Darkest Hour
At least I had you once we walked alongI didn't see you cut my chest and armAt least I still have my fantasyAt least there, you are mineAt least I liedI heard the voices of a thousand menWhisper your name to the skiesI went down to the factories and smokeI cried down in the dirty groundWhen you said goodbyeYour light is brightest at the darkest hourAnd words are useless at the funeral pyreWe're sinking down just to feel the fireWhere your light is brightest at the darkest hourYour light is brightest at the darkest hourAnd words are useless at the funeral pyreWe're sinking down just to feel the fireWhere your light is brightest at the darkest hour
From Letras Mania