Alguien determinó que este es el día más triste del año. New Order habían intuido algo así hacía tiempo.
How does it feel To treat me like you do When you've laid laid your hands upon me And told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They will turn away no more And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortunes I'd be a heavenly person today And I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard you speak Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel Now I stand here waiting I thought I told you to leave me While I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold (grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)