| I know it is dark outside | |
| But I bear not to face it | |
| Alone I compose a picture within a golden frame - | |
| Black picturesque | |
| My eyes dance in a glassy stare | |
| To the distant sound of musical | |
| Silence But somehow they lower in a pool - | |
| All wet and obscure | |
| And I see this face | |
| As a vivid picture of my very own self | |
| And the eyes | |
| They are watching me | |
| And so am | |
| I Inside out, whatever | |
| I cannot grasp this | |
| This duplicity | |
| This lack of self-devotion | |
| This classical clichè of a song |
| I know it is dark outside | |
| But I bear not to face it | |
| Alone I compose a picture within a golden frame | |
| Black picturesque | |
| My eyes dance in a glassy stare | |
| To the distant sound of musical | |
| Silence But somehow they lower in a pool | |
| All wet and obscure | |
| And I see this face | |
| As a vivid picture of my very own self | |
| And the eyes | |
| They are watching me | |
| And so am | |
| I Inside out, whatever | |
| I cannot grasp this | |
| This duplicity | |
| This lack of selfdevotion | |
| This classical cliche of a song |
| I know it is dark outside | |
| But I bear not to face it | |
| Alone I compose a picture within a golden frame | |
| Black picturesque | |
| My eyes dance in a glassy stare | |
| To the distant sound of musical | |
| Silence But somehow they lower in a pool | |
| All wet and obscure | |
| And I see this face | |
| As a vivid picture of my very own self | |
| And the eyes | |
| They are watching me | |
| And so am | |
| I Inside out, whatever | |
| I cannot grasp this | |
| This duplicity | |
| This lack of selfdevotion | |
| This classical clichè of a song |