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
Compositores: Bernard Sumner (PRS), Ian Kevin Curtis (PRS), Peter Hook (PRS), Stephen Paul David Morris (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2000 (26/Jun) e lançado em 2008 (20/Mar)ECAD verificado obra #2202924 e fonograma #1347268 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM