Ian Curtis - Thursday/Geoff Rickly/Tim Payne/Thomas A. Rule/Robert T. Keeley

Written by：Joy Division

We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial

Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will

All these thoughts keep leading back to him

And no signs from cinema

No city skyline

No paper scraps and no unfolding at five o'clock

Your voice skips as it always did and always will

All these thoughts keep leading back to him

It's the light from your sunless room

Scattered in pieces all around you

Recession of these thoughtless forms

Reciting every line as a way of life and a way of death in time

We heard an Curtis kill himself again in your bed

We heard an Curtis kill himself again in your bed

We heard an Curtis kill himself again in your bed

In these 24 hours we stretched into a room filled with heart and soul

This is the way

Step inside and march in the procession of empty hearts

Love has torn us apart isolation

Love has torn us apart isolation

Love has torn us apart isolation

Love has torn us apart isolation

Love has torn us apart isolation

It's a part of me a part of you

In time we're falling apart together