In our darkest hour, when we may not make it
Just one toss of that faithful cigarette
We have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
Well, we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour, when we may not make it
And if I could breathe I'd try not to choke
In our darkest hour, I think the end is near I can feel it
In our darkest hour, when we may not make it
In our darkest hour, I think the end is near I can feel it
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide nowhere to go
I can't see a thing through the smoke
I burn at the ends I learn to regret
I've got so much shining left before I'm out
We have got to get out of here
Sometimes I get stuck yeah I get so upset
Grew into a fire and spread out again
In our darkest hour
Yeah, it began with a spark then a flame
And I just woke up here surrounded by the whole thing
Well, we have got to get out of here
