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