Chris Clute - Darkest Hour Lyrics

In my darkest hours
I need space to be my self
I've been fighting fires
Left by you I breathe in the smoke
On the long way home
I invest my soul in screams
Dying fast and slow
From 808s and silver strings
In my darkest hours
(In my darkest)
In my darkest hours
(In my darkest)
In my darkest hours
(In my darkest hours)
In my darkest hours
In my cave at night
I can see the future
Burning fast bright
Carve my name in time and space
All alone again
Tell my story through the strings
Try to calm me down
But I'm insane I've lost my mind
And the hardest is the fall
(Oooh)
From the darkness I've been fighting through it all
From the harvest to the fall
(Oooh yeah)
I've been called into night
She Breaks into my home
Ain't nobody feel the same
Bleeding darker sounds
Give me shelter from the flames
Night is waking now
Fuelling fire between her legs
Fall in faster still
Lay her endless breath to rest
To rest, to rest
To rest in my darkest
My darkest
My darkest
Ahhhh
And the hardest, is the fall
(Oooh yeah)
From the darkness I've been fighting through it all
From the harvest to the fall
(Oooh)
I've been called into night
(In my darkest hour)