Oh yeah it started today in a cloud,
if I was the sun I would shout.
I've got so much shining left before I'm out.It began with a spark then a flame,
grew into a fire and spread out again.
And I just woke up there surrounded by the whole thing.And we have got to get out of here,
In our darkest hour.
We may not make it.
I can't see a thing through the smoke,
and if I can breathe I try not to choke.
No where to run, no where to hide, no where to go.Sometimes I get stuck yeah I get so upset
I'll burn at the ends and lose all regret
Just one toss of that fateful cigaretteWe have got to get out of here,
In our darkest hour.
I think the end is near I can feel it.
We have got to get out of here,
In our darkest hour.
When we may not make it.
In our darkest hour,
I think the end is near.
I keep feelin we have gotta get outta here,
In our darkest hour.
We may not make it,
In our darkest hour.
