Darkness Till Dawn - from Another Passenger - 1976 Chain smoking cigarettes Enemies across the table Wonderin’ if I can ever trust anyone again We argue through the night The restaurant shuts you catch your flight I hail a cab with no idea where home might be We both believed my chance was gone But ain’t it strange how life goes on A storm can never rage forever And darkness only lasts ’til dawn Hotel blinds stay drawn Nothing seems to make me care I can’t find a reason to comb my hair Folks walkin’ in the street Everyone has something to do My brain won’t stop showin’ those old movies of you We both believed my chance was gone But ain’t it strange how life goes on A storm can never rage forever And darkness only lasts ’til dawn Weeks pass And your voice sounds strange on the telephone Strange how smooth and casual my own voice sounds I find that I’m listening to A tune coming over my radio It makes me think of a guy I knew a while ago while ago while ago while ago A storm can never rage forever And darkness only lasts ’til dawn Oh ohohohoh........

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque un moment de désespoir et d'errance après une rupture. L'artiste se retrouve dans un café, entouré de tensions et de souvenirs pénibles, peinant à trouver un sens à sa vie sans l'autre. Malgré des argumentations sans fin et un sentiment de perte, elle réalise que, même au cœur de la tempête, la vie continue de manière mystérieuse. Les jours passent, mais l'espoir revient lentement, comme le jour qui suit la nuit. Elle nous rappelle que même les périodes sombres finissent par céder la place à la lumière.