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 cigarette We 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.