| Song | World Without Warning |
| Artist | Anne Clark |
| Album | Pressure Points |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clark, Kilbourne, Koreyki ... | |
| I live off nothing in this world | |
| Except the thick grey air that chains itself | |
| Swirls all around and engrains itself | |
| Stifles my last hope into sullen despair | |
| I don't associate myself | |
| With all of the people I can do without | |
| Those who never leave me in any doubt | |
| That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about | |
| I enjoy the silence in my life | |
| I don't thrive on the chaos that close contact can bring | |
| So many empty gestures | |
| That don't mean anything | |
| It's so hard and so cold | |
| The texture of this world | |
| That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold | |
| And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled | |
| I don't want anything in this world | |
| Except a thick grey air | |
| That will keep my heart hoping | |
| And keep my eyes wide open | |
| Just in case there's something there |
| zuo qu : Clark, Kilbourne, Koreyki ... | |
| I live off nothing in this world | |
| Except the thick grey air that chains itself | |
| Swirls all around and engrains itself | |
| Stifles my last hope into sullen despair | |
| I don' t associate myself | |
| With all of the people I can do without | |
| Those who never leave me in any doubt | |
| That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about | |
| I enjoy the silence in my life | |
| I don' t thrive on the chaos that close contact can bring | |
| So many empty gestures | |
| That don' t mean anything | |
| It' s so hard and so cold | |
| The texture of this world | |
| That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold | |
| And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled | |
| I don' t want anything in this world | |
| Except a thick grey air | |
| That will keep my heart hoping | |
| And keep my eyes wide open | |
| Just in case there' s something there |
| zuò qǔ : Clark, Kilbourne, Koreyki ... | |
| I live off nothing in this world | |
| Except the thick grey air that chains itself | |
| Swirls all around and engrains itself | |
| Stifles my last hope into sullen despair | |
| I don' t associate myself | |
| With all of the people I can do without | |
| Those who never leave me in any doubt | |
| That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about | |
| I enjoy the silence in my life | |
| I don' t thrive on the chaos that close contact can bring | |
| So many empty gestures | |
| That don' t mean anything | |
| It' s so hard and so cold | |
| The texture of this world | |
| That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold | |
| And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled | |
| I don' t want anything in this world | |
| Except a thick grey air | |
| That will keep my heart hoping | |
| And keep my eyes wide open | |
| Just in case there' s something there |