Tekster:
Joy Division Permanent

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 Then

Radio, live transmission Radio, live transmission Listen to the silence, let it ring on Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun We would have a

This is the room, the start of it all No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain And the bodies

Made the fatal mistake, like I did once before Tendency just to take 'til the purpose turned sour Strain, take the strain, these days we love Strain,

To the center of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you I was moving through

When people listen to you don't you know it means a lot? 'Cause you've got to work so hard for everything you've got Can't rest on your laurels now not

: Confusion in her eyes that says it all. She's lost control. And she's clinging to the nearest passer by, She's lost control. And she gave away the

: To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you, To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you, I was moving through

: Radio, live transmission. Radio, live transmission. Listen to the silence, let it ring on. Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun. We would