The Ballad of Ian Curtis Songtext
von Luke Doucet

Love will be the death of me if it does not wet my thirst
Rope will take my breath away if the shakes don′t do it first
This boy needs a Belgian girl and all I want is peace, baby
Children making children
Should've thought more about it, maybe

And it saves you from your counsel job
And tears a hole in your heart
So you can let the fight back in
I wasn′t thinking I could be the one to save the soul of this town


Crazy talk is crazy talk and I've no more to say
America is waiting but I will not fly that day
Put me in your magazine I've got photogenic eyes
This town needs to resurrect itself after I die

Oh, but it saves you from yourself I guess
Who can call you out
They′re not drowning in your skin
I wasn′t thinking I would be the one
To save the soul of this town

Love will be the death of me if it does not wet my thirst
Rope will take my breath away if the shakes don't do it first