| Song | Dark Ages |
| Artist | Peter Bjorn and John |
| Album | Darker Days |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| We all spread the disease | |
| Brought us down to our knees | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| No world leader pretend | |
| Could predict such an end | |
| And in all my days of traveling on | |
| No, it never crossed my mind | |
| While I tended my garden, wool in ear | |
| From where I stood it seemed fine | |
| But now the dark ages are back | |
| All the prophets wear black | |
| Love’s gone under attack | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| Ice is melting away | |
| We just shut up and play | |
| Money, poverty, dignity | |
| Is a mix up hard to shake | |
| We’ve been stomping this ground | |
| For a million years | |
| Now the earth’s about to break | |
| I can feel it, I can see it falling apart | |
| It strays and bends | |
| I can’t heal it, I can’t rip it up | |
| And just start over again | |
| Lend a friend a hand | |
| I can feel it, I can see it falling apart | |
| It strays and bends | |
| I can’t heal it, I can’t rip it up | |
| And just start over again | |
| Can you hear me? | |
| We’re stuck in the dark here | |
| No light and no way out | |
| Can you tell me? | |
| Is it way too late or | |
| Too hard to make it right? | |
| Lord, don’t let me down | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| Corrupt kings in the wings | |
| Is what tomorrow will bring | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| The new mornings in mourn | |
| How take care of their newborns? |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| We all spread the disease | |
| Brought us down to our knees | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| No world leader pretend | |
| Could predict such an end | |
| And in all my days of traveling on | |
| No, it never crossed my mind | |
| While I tended my garden, wool in ear | |
| From where I stood it seemed fine | |
| But now the dark ages are back | |
| All the prophets wear black | |
| Love' s gone under attack | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| Ice is melting away | |
| We just shut up and play | |
| Money, poverty, dignity | |
| Is a mix up hard to shake | |
| We' ve been stomping this ground | |
| For a million years | |
| Now the earth' s about to break | |
| I can feel it, I can see it falling apart | |
| It strays and bends | |
| I can' t heal it, I can' t rip it up | |
| And just start over again | |
| Lend a friend a hand | |
| I can feel it, I can see it falling apart | |
| It strays and bends | |
| I can' t heal it, I can' t rip it up | |
| And just start over again | |
| Can you hear me? | |
| We' re stuck in the dark here | |
| No light and no way out | |
| Can you tell me? | |
| Is it way too late or | |
| Too hard to make it right? | |
| Lord, don' t let me down | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| Corrupt kings in the wings | |
| Is what tomorrow will bring | |
| Now the dark ages are back | |
| The new mornings in mourn | |
| How take care of their newborns? |