Songtexte:
Sixpence None The Richer Bleeding

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

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