| Song | Our Darkness |
| Artist | Anne Clark |
| Album | Joined Up Writing |
| Download | 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 |