Tonight's Music

Who could call my name, without regretting? Who could see beyond this, my darkness. And for once, save their own prayers. Who could mirror down, just a little of their sun? How could this go so very wrong, that I must depend on darkness? Would anyone follow me further down? How could this go so very far, that I need someone to say, what is wrong, not with the world but me. Who could call my name, without regretting? Who could promise, to never destroy me? Tonight my head, is full of wishes, and everything I drink, is full of her. How could this go so very wrong, that I must depend on darkness? Would anyone follow me further down? How could this go so very far, that I need someone to say, what is wrong, not with the world but me. What is wrong, not with the world but me? What is wrong, not with the world but me?