Text: Phantom Planet. The Guest. In Our Darkest Hour.

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
Yeah, it began with a spark then a flame
Grew into a fire and spread out again
And I just woke up here surrounded by the whole thing

Well, we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour, when 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 ends I learn to regret
Just one toss of that faithful cigarette

Well, 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 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

In our darkest hour
In our darkest hour