Из альбома: The Complete Depeche Mode
Precious and fragile things
need special handling
My God! what have we done to you?
We always try to share
the tenderest of care...
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged
things get broken
I thought we'd manage
but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle,
there was so little left to give...
Angels with silver wings
shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you...
If God has a master plan
that only he understands
I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through...
Things get damaged
things get broken
I thought we'd manage
but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
there was so little left to give...
I pray you learn to trust
have faith in both of us
and keep room in your hearts for two...
Things get damaged
things get broken
I thought we'd manage
but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
there was so little left to give...