Ian Curtis

Ian Curtis

by McCutcheon
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 colours, different shades
Over each mistakes where 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
It was me-waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me- see me in this time-
Hoping for something else
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