Im Alltag, eingeschlossen im eigenen Ich, den Schlüssel verloren, stirbt die Liebe oder sie treibt einen weg. Schöne Aussichten ...
In everyday's life, locked up in yourself, lost key, love dies or drifts away. Nice perspective ...
Writtern by Bernard Sumner, Peter Hook, Stephen Morris, Ian Curtis, 1979.
lyrics
When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold?
Turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep?
All my failings exposed
Gets a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
And it's something so good
Just can't function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear up apart again