歌曲 | Our Darkness |
歌手 | Anne Clark |
专辑 | Joined Up Writing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clark, Harrow | |
Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me | |
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance | |
That it wouldn't tear us apart | |
We'd keep our heads above the blackened water | |
But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place | |
And you're gone now | |
Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean | |
Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun | |
You're nowhere to be seen | |
Do you think our desires still burn | |
I guess it was desires that tore us apart | |
There has to be passion | |
A passion for living, surviving | |
And that means detachment | |
Everybody has a weapon to fight you with | |
To beat you with when you are down | |
There were too many defences between us | |
Doubting all the time | |
Fearing all the time | |
Doubting all the time | |
Fearing all the time | |
That like these urban nightmares | |
We'd blacken each other skies | |
When we passed the subways we tried to ignore our fate there | |
Of written threats on endless walls | |
Unjustified crimes carried in stifled calls | |
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain | |
It used to mingle with our tears then dry the hopes that we left behind | |
It rains even harder now |
zuo qu : Clark, Harrow | |
Through these city nightmares you' d walk with me | |
And we' d talk of it with idealistic assurance | |
That it wouldn' t tear us apart | |
We' d keep our heads above the blackened water | |
But there' s no room for ideals in this mechanical place | |
And you' re gone now | |
Through a grimy window that I can' t keep clean | |
Through billowing smoke that' s swallowed the sun | |
You' re nowhere to be seen | |
Do you think our desires still burn | |
I guess it was desires that tore us apart | |
There has to be passion | |
A passion for living, surviving | |
And that means detachment | |
Everybody has a weapon to fight you with | |
To beat you with when you are down | |
There were too many defences between us | |
Doubting all the time | |
Fearing all the time | |
Doubting all the time | |
Fearing all the time | |
That like these urban nightmares | |
We' d blacken each other skies | |
When we passed the subways we tried to ignore our fate there | |
Of written threats on endless walls | |
Unjustified crimes carried in stifled calls | |
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain | |
It used to mingle with our tears then dry the hopes that we left behind | |
It rains even harder now |
zuò qǔ : Clark, Harrow | |
Through these city nightmares you' d walk with me | |
And we' d talk of it with idealistic assurance | |
That it wouldn' t tear us apart | |
We' d keep our heads above the blackened water | |
But there' s no room for ideals in this mechanical place | |
And you' re gone now | |
Through a grimy window that I can' t keep clean | |
Through billowing smoke that' s swallowed the sun | |
You' re nowhere to be seen | |
Do you think our desires still burn | |
I guess it was desires that tore us apart | |
There has to be passion | |
A passion for living, surviving | |
And that means detachment | |
Everybody has a weapon to fight you with | |
To beat you with when you are down | |
There were too many defences between us | |
Doubting all the time | |
Fearing all the time | |
Doubting all the time | |
Fearing all the time | |
That like these urban nightmares | |
We' d blacken each other skies | |
When we passed the subways we tried to ignore our fate there | |
Of written threats on endless walls | |
Unjustified crimes carried in stifled calls | |
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain | |
It used to mingle with our tears then dry the hopes that we left behind | |
It rains even harder now |