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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anne Clark
Anne Clark
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anne Clark
Anne Clark
Composer
Harrow David
Harrow David
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Cook
Nick Cook
Producer
Martin Webster
Martin Webster
Producer

Lyrics

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
And you're gone now, 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
You're nowhere to be seen, seen
Do you think our desires still burn?
I guess it was desires that tore us apart
There has to be passion
There has to be passion, 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 (Time)
Fearing all the time (Time)
Doubting all the time (Time)
Fearing all the time (Time)
That like these urban nightmares
We'd blacken each other skies
(Skies, skies, 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
It rains even harder now, now
Written by: Anne Clark, David Harrow
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