Ian Curtis - OH, MANHATTAN

Last night I had a dream

That Ian Curtis talked to me

I said, «How'd you muster up the strength

To tie that rope around your neck

And kick that chair beneath your feet

Because I’m not worth the water

That makes up my anatomy

And I cannot remember

The last time we were innocent.»

Sometimes I feel like Ian

That he had the right idea

Well yeah, he lost control, but don’t we all?

We don’t remember who we are

Sitting in my mother’s house

These desperate words escape my mouth

There is not a doubt

This must be the only way out