Darkest Hour - Lola Marsh

Years go by

All the land is dry

And the world is wide

Come enjoy the ride

All my golden songs

I found them when I was home

Sold my rhymes like a charms

Took with me from your arms

Open your eyes in your darkest hour

Don’t turn your back on the crowd

Why the cities and the shows

And tomorrows are not that cold

Are the key that we turn for the lonely hearts

In the morning

I’m longing

In the morning

For you

On a cold window seat

Charmed on the light

On a foreign narrow street

I sit down and I write

Like a songbird in a cage

Gladiator who’s lost his rage

Different city, different bed

Lost the melody in my head

And I open my eyes in the darkest hour

I don’t turn my back on the crowd

Why the cities and the shows

And tomorrows are not that cold

Are the key that we turn for the lonely hearts

In the morning

I’m longing

In the morning

For you

In the morning

I’m longing

In the morning

For you

For you

In the morning

In the morning

In the morning

In the morning

In the morning

In the morning

In the morning