A CHANGE OF SPEED, A CHANGE OF STYLE
A CHANGE OF SCENE, WITH NO REGRETS
A CHANCE TO WATCH, ADMIRE THE DISTANCE
STILL OCCUPIED, THOUGH YOU FORGET
DIFFERENT COLORS, DIFFERENT SHADES
OVER EACH MISTAKES WERE MADE
I TOOK THE BLAME
DIRECTIONLESS SO PLAIN TO SEE
A LOADED GUN WON'T SET YOU FREE
SO YOU SAY


WE'LL SHARE A DRINK AND STEP OUTSIDE
AN ANGRY VOICE AND ONE WHO CRIED
WE'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING AND MORE
THE STRAIN'S TOO MUCH, CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE
OH, I'VE WALKED ON WATER, RUN THROUGH FIRE
CAN'T SEEM TO FEEL IT ANYMORE

- IAN CURTIS (1956-1980)