Colony - Joy Division

A cry for help, a hint of anesthesia

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 don’t mean you harm

A worried parent’s 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 can’t see why all these confrontations

I can’t see why all these dislocations

No family life, this makes me feel uneasy

Stood alone here in this colony

In this colony, in this colony, in this colony, in this colony

Dear God in his wisdom took you by the hand

God in his wisdom made you understand

God in his wisdom took you by the hand

God in his wisdom made you understand

God in his wisdom took you by the hand

God in his wisdom made you understand

God in his wisdom took you by the hand

God in his wisdom made you understand

In this colony, in this colony, in this colony, in this colony