Passionate Fight Lyrics

	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...

	zuo qu : 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...

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