"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... Lire la suite sur le blog ›
Cet article provient du blog Le Melting Pot De Soylent. Soylent est également auteur de The Stranglers "North Winds" et The Knife "Bird".