A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia

The sound from broken homes,

we used to meet always here

As he lays asleep she takes him in her arms

Some things I have to do

but I don't mean you harm



I wore a careless glance

and kissed her last goodbye

Hands in the bag she packed a tear

she tries to hide

Cruel wind that howls 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 just makes me feel

uneasy

Stood alone here in this colony

In this colony (4)

Yeah, God in his wisdom

took you by the hand,

God in his wisdom made you understand (4)

In this colony (4