Darkest Hour - Whitley

At least I had you once we walked along

I didn’t see you cut my chest and arm

At least I have fantasy

At least there you are mine

At least I lied

I heard the voices of a thousand men

Whisper your name to the skies

I went down to the factories and smoke

I cried down in the dirty ground

When you said goodbye

Your light is brightest at the darkest hour

And words are useless at the funeral pyre

We’re sinking down just to feel the fire

Where your light is brightest at the darkest hour

Your light is brightest at the darkest hour

And words are useless at the funeral pyre

We’re sinking down just to feel the fire

Where your light is brightest at the darkest hour