Oh yeah it started today in a cloud
and if i were 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, then spread out again
and i just woke up here surrounded by the whole thing
Now we have got to get out of here
in our darkest hour
where we may not make it
I can't see a thing through the smoke
and if i could breathe i'd try not to choke
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nowhere to go
sometimes i get stuck, yeah i get so upset
i burn at the end, i learn to regret
just one toss of that faithful cigarrette
Now we have got to get our of here
in our darkest hour
i think the end is near
we have got to get out of here
in our darkest hour
where we may not make it