Shadows are falling and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep and time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the Son /sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well my sense of humanity is going has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writin' what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a whirlpool /world full of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is /seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

I was born here and I'll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
Every nerve in my body is so naked /vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the /a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there


    以前看过一篇言情小说，题名《美丽事物的背后》，就是来源于这句歌词：“Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain”，今天看到歌词，读了一遍，忽然喉咙沙哑眼睛干涩，几乎要哭出来。