| 歌曲 | Passionate Fight |
| 歌手 | Ute Lemper |
| 专辑 | Punishing Kiss |
| 作曲 : Costello, Nieve | |
| Obscure the late afternoon with a drape | |
| Don't let him follow her latest escape | |
| Or the fanfare of taxis that needlessly played | |
| As a forty watt bulb burns a hole in the shade | |
| Then they got into a passionate fight | |
| Now she's lost in the shadows thrown over at twilight | |
| At the Empire Hotel they first came face to face | |
| Pieces would fall off all over the place | |
| And there in the debris they'd laugh and recline | |
| Tell me my dear are you more or less mine | |
| Then they got into a passionate fight | |
| She says now this isn't love it's what you do in spite of it | |
| And I can't go on with it night after night after night | |
| Camphor and cigarettes perfume the scandal | |
| Now he's counting the hinges and watching the door handle | |
| As he hangs the clothes on the back of the door | |
| Perfectly matching outfits that she wore | |
| Women come quietly and some remain with their pity | |
| But others know the pain of the passion of fight | |
| Though the chance they will win is impossibly slight | |
| He cowers before them so invitingly | |
| And in the long run they'll be chastised and hated | |
| Or walk out frustrated or humiliated | |
| That is the pointless delight of a passionate fight | |
| This isn't love what you do in spite of it | |
| I can't go on night after night after night after night after night after night... |
| zuò qǔ : Costello, Nieve | |
| Obscure the late afternoon with a drape | |
| Don' t let him follow her latest escape | |
| Or the fanfare of taxis that needlessly played | |
| As a forty watt bulb burns a hole in the shade | |
| Then they got into a passionate fight | |
| Now she' s lost in the shadows thrown over at twilight | |
| At the Empire Hotel they first came face to face | |
| Pieces would fall off all over the place | |
| And there in the debris they' d laugh and recline | |
| Tell me my dear are you more or less mine | |
| Then they got into a passionate fight | |
| She says now this isn' t love it' s what you do in spite of it | |
| And I can' t go on with it night after night after night | |
| Camphor and cigarettes perfume the scandal | |
| Now he' s counting the hinges and watching the door handle | |
| As he hangs the clothes on the back of the door | |
| Perfectly matching outfits that she wore | |
| Women come quietly and some remain with their pity | |
| But others know the pain of the passion of fight | |
| Though the chance they will win is impossibly slight | |
| He cowers before them so invitingly | |
| And in the long run they' ll be chastised and hated | |
| Or walk out frustrated or humiliated | |
| That is the pointless delight of a passionate fight | |
| This isn' t love what you do in spite of it | |
| I can' t go on night after night after night after night after night after night... |