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?