[C]Shadows are falling[F/C] and I been here all [C]day
It's too hot to slee[F/C]p and time is running a[C]way
[G]Feel like my [G/F]soul has [C/E]turned into [C]steel
[Am]I've still got the [C/G]scars that the [F]sun didn't [C]heal
[G]There's not even [G/F]room enough to [C/E]be anywh[C]ere
[Am]It's not [C/G]dark yet,[F] but it's getting ther[C]e
Well my sense of humanity is going 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 been to London and I been to gay Paris
I followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down to the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't lookin for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is 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 vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
“And not let your evil inclination assure you that the
grave will be a place of refuge for you – for against your will you
were created, against your will you were born, against your will you
live, against your will you die, and against your will you are
destined to give an account before the Supreme King of Kings, the
Holy One Blessed be He.”
It's too hot to slee[F/C]p and time is running a[C]way
[G]Feel like my [G/F]soul has [C/E]turned into [C]steel
[Am]I've still got the [C/G]scars that the [F]sun didn't [C]heal
[G]There's not even [G/F]room enough to [C/E]be anywh[C]ere
[Am]It's not [C/G]dark yet,[F] but it's getting ther[C]e
Well my sense of humanity is going 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 been to London and I been to gay Paris
I followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down to the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't lookin for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is 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 vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
“And not let your evil inclination assure you that the
grave will be a place of refuge for you – for against your will you
were created, against your will you were born, against your will you
live, against your will you die, and against your will you are
destined to give an account before the Supreme King of Kings, the
Holy One Blessed be He.”
