Vida em mim

"Edging towards, a child you may keep,
Retreading the boards pretty young thing
You'll get you reward,
Permission to speak
A place to yourself,
A garden with swings,
Handwritten cards do nothing to ease,
The burden
Where is my release,
Face up to them all,
As they sway side to side,
They put me on show,
Disgusts and rewinds,
To take life away
Was really life there,
No sound, no."

Sem título (1980)
Ian Curtis