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)