Joy Division

A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia,
The sound from broken homes,
We used to always meet here.
As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms,
Some things I have to do, but I dont mean you harm.
A worried parents glance, a kiss, a last goodbye,
Hands him the bag she packed, the tears she tries to hide,
A cruel wind that blows down to our lunacy
And leaves him standing cold here in this colony.
I cant see why all these confrontations,
I cant see why all these dislocations,
No family life, this makes me feel uneasy,