Ian Curtis


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