Isolation

作词 : Ian Curtis/Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris

作曲 : Ian Curtis/Peter Hook/Bernard Sumner/Stephen Morris

In fear every day, every evening,

He calls her aloud from above,

Carefully watched for a reason,

Painstaking devotion and love,

Surrendered to self preservation,

From others who care for themselves.

A blindness that touches perfection,

But hurts just like anything else.

Isolation, isolation, isolation.

Mother I tried please believe me,

I'm doing the best that I can.

I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,

I'm ashamed of the person I am.

Isolation, isolation, isolation.

But if you could just see the beauty,

These things I could never describe,

These pleasures a wayward distraction,

This is my one lucky prize.

Isolation, isolation,

Isolation, isolation, isolation...