This Dark Hour
Bonnie Spark, Gene Stashuk, Michael Becker
Alcohol, fills the empty spaces
Late night, drifting with the song
Back lace, cigarettes at midnight
Your face, pressing close to mine
I step into the darkest hour
I step into the darkest hour
Memories, are not as sweet as
Your touch reaching out to mine
After all, I turn the empty pages
Late night sung without your song
I step into the darkest hour
I step into the darkest hour
Loneliness is calling, calling
Emptiness is falling, falling
