Anne Clark Our Darkness Lyrics

But there s no room for ideals in this mechanical place.

Anne clark our darkness lyrics. But there s no room for ideals in this mechanical place. Anne clark our darkness lyrics. We d keep our heads above the blackened water. Of written threats on endless walls.

Doubting all the time fearing all the time. And we d talk of it with idealistic assurance. And we d talk of it with idealistic assurance. Doubting all the time fearing all the time.

Through these city nightmares you d walk with me. Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls. But there s no room for ideals in this mechanical place. That it wouldn t tear us apart.

Through a grimy window that i can t keep clean. That it wouldn t tear us apart. 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. Clark anne joined up writing our darkness 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.

But there s no room for ideals in this mechanical place. And you re gone now. That like these urban nightmares. And you re gone now.

Through these city nightmares you d walk with me. We d blacken each other skies. The lyrics for our darkness by anne clark have been translated into 1 languages. And we d talk of it with idealistic assurance.

We d keep our heads above the blackened water. We d keep our heads above the blackened water. Through these city nightmares you d walk with me. And you re gone now.

And you re gone now. Through these city nightmares you d walk with me. 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. Through a grimy window that i can t keep clean.

And we d talk of it with idealistic assurance. We d keep our heads above the blackened water. Through a grimy window that i can t keep clean.