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