In Our Darkest Hour

Phantom Planet

Oh, well it starts off the day
In a cloud if I was a saint 
I would shout
I've got so much shining left before I'm out
But my room is aflame
Now I can't remember anything but my name
I'm so confused I don't think I know what to do all the same

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
One mouthfull of air
So as not to choke
I almost say I wanna because I'm thinking about you
I run through the hall, down the stairs
And I try to scream, but nobody cares
I think this is up
I just want...all the same
I always say one thing

Well, we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it
And we may not make it