Из альбома: The Nineties (A Fine Collection)
Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we talk of it with idealistic assurance
That it wouldn't tear us apart.
We keep our heads above the blackened water
But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place
And you're gone now
and you're gone now
gone now.
Through a Grimy window that I can't keep clean
Through billowing smoke that swallowed the sun
You're nowhere to be seen
you're nowhere to be seen
seen.
Do you think our desires still burn?
I guess it was desires that tore us apart.
There has to be passion
there has to be passion
passion.
A passion for living
sunriving 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 blacken each other's skies.
When we pass the subways we try to ignore our fate there.
A written threat on endless walls
Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls.
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain?
It used to mingle with our tears
Then dry with the hopes that we left behind.
It rains even harder now
it rains even harder now
now.