Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me and we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance- That it would 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 a 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 to many defences between us. Doubting all the time, fearing all the time. That like these urban nightmares we'd blacken each others skies. When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there of written threats on endless walls. Unjustified crimes carried on stifted 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! ...
Lyrics by Anne Clark: Our Darkness