In fear every day, every evening
He calls her aloud from above
Carefully watched for a reason
Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self-preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation

Mother, I tried, please believe me
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person I am

Isolation, isolation, isolation

But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
These pleasures, a wayward distraction
This is my one lucky prize

Isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bernard Sumner, Ian Kevin Curtis, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris