| Song | St. John the Divine |
| Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
| Album | The Tyranny of Distance |
| 作曲 : Leo | |
| And when the world will stay the same | |
| But your place in relation to it has changed | |
| And when the word begins to lose | |
| Its power to restore and soothe | |
| And when the blackness starts its spread | |
| From behind your tired head | |
| What taxes now was once your wealth | |
| What sucks and aches becomes your health | |
| And when the night spreads into day | |
| In one unbroken spread of gray | |
| And when the darkness fills the space | |
| Between the bone and skin of your face | |
| And seeps between your skull and brain | |
| As input filters through its stain | |
| The tightness in your brow contains | |
| What poisoned yesterday but now sustains | |
| And when the night begins its flow | |
| And you watch yourself give up control | |
| When what was cold now keeps you warm | |
| And you watch your outer self transform | |
| And the one you love | |
| Keeps the faith that you can rise above | |
| But if you've kept faith with yourself | |
| You might admit that you could use some help | |
| Remove yourself and study close | |
| When next the dark begins its flow | |
| If clinical the problem be | |
| Remove yourself and you will see | |
| When next the blackness flow begins | |
| I eat your pills, you eat my sins | |
| And take me back to prouder days | |
| But please don't take my anger away | |
| And I don't pray | |
| But I humble myself | |
| I am on my knees today | |
| I don't pray |
| zuò qǔ : Leo | |
| And when the world will stay the same | |
| But your place in relation to it has changed | |
| And when the word begins to lose | |
| Its power to restore and soothe | |
| And when the blackness starts its spread | |
| From behind your tired head | |
| What taxes now was once your wealth | |
| What sucks and aches becomes your health | |
| And when the night spreads into day | |
| In one unbroken spread of gray | |
| And when the darkness fills the space | |
| Between the bone and skin of your face | |
| And seeps between your skull and brain | |
| As input filters through its stain | |
| The tightness in your brow contains | |
| What poisoned yesterday but now sustains | |
| And when the night begins its flow | |
| And you watch yourself give up control | |
| When what was cold now keeps you warm | |
| And you watch your outer self transform | |
| And the one you love | |
| Keeps the faith that you can rise above | |
| But if you' ve kept faith with yourself | |
| You might admit that you could use some help | |
| Remove yourself and study close | |
| When next the dark begins its flow | |
| If clinical the problem be | |
| Remove yourself and you will see | |
| When next the blackness flow begins | |
| I eat your pills, you eat my sins | |
| And take me back to prouder days | |
| But please don' t take my anger away | |
| And I don' t pray | |
| But I humble myself | |
| I am on my knees today | |
| I don' t pray |