| Song | Of Crime And Passion |
| Artist | Duran Duran |
| Album | Seven And The Ragged Tiger |
| 作词 : Duran Duran | |
| Why did you let me run when you knew, | |
| I'd fall for the gaping hole? | |
| Where your heart should be? | |
| Liar, couldn't cut me deeper with a knife if you tried | |
| Just take a look before you run off and hide at your victim, arise | |
| Clouds on you shoulder | |
| Aren't they grazed by the afterglow | |
| How quiet they gather | |
| When the storm is about to blow? | |
| Now don't look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain't no wind of change | |
| I'm talkin' of crime and passion's rage | |
| Summer of madness the undertow, dragged me up an alley | |
| For the blossoming fire on a strangers smile | |
| Bride of wires, how disguise so easily cracked? | |
| Saw your heart turn spade this orchids turned to black | |
| Graze on your shoulder | |
| Like the clouds in the afterglow | |
| How quiet they gather | |
| When the storm is about to blow? | |
| Oh, now don't look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain't no wind of change | |
| I'm talkin' of crime and passion's rage | |
| Way down by the shoulder | |
| In the haze of the afterglow | |
| Stranded together | |
| And the storm's about to blow | |
| Oh, now don't look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain't no wind of change | |
| I'm talkin' of crime and passion | |
| Don't look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain't no wind of change | |
| I'm talkin' of crime and passion | |
| Don't look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And if ain't no wind of change | |
| I'm talking of crime and passion | |
| Don't look away |
| zuò cí : Duran Duran | |
| Why did you let me run when you knew, | |
| I' d fall for the gaping hole? | |
| Where your heart should be? | |
| Liar, couldn' t cut me deeper with a knife if you tried | |
| Just take a look before you run off and hide at your victim, arise | |
| Clouds on you shoulder | |
| Aren' t they grazed by the afterglow | |
| How quiet they gather | |
| When the storm is about to blow? | |
| Now don' t look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain' t no wind of change | |
| I' m talkin' of crime and passion' s rage | |
| Summer of madness the undertow, dragged me up an alley | |
| For the blossoming fire on a strangers smile | |
| Bride of wires, how disguise so easily cracked? | |
| Saw your heart turn spade this orchids turned to black | |
| Graze on your shoulder | |
| Like the clouds in the afterglow | |
| How quiet they gather | |
| When the storm is about to blow? | |
| Oh, now don' t look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain' t no wind of change | |
| I' m talkin' of crime and passion' s rage | |
| Way down by the shoulder | |
| In the haze of the afterglow | |
| Stranded together | |
| And the storm' s about to blow | |
| Oh, now don' t look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain' t no wind of change | |
| I' m talkin' of crime and passion | |
| Don' t look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And it ain' t no wind of change | |
| I' m talkin' of crime and passion | |
| Don' t look away | |
| Caught in the crossfire | |
| And if ain' t no wind of change | |
| I' m talking of crime and passion | |
| Don' t look away |