Текст песни Depeche Mode - In Your Room
Depeche Mode - In Your Room слова песни
In your roomWhere time stands stillOr moves at your willWill you let the morning come soonOr will you leave me lying hereIn your favourite darknessYour favourite half-lightYour favourite consciousnessYour favourite slaveIn your roomWhere souls disappearOnly you exist hereWill you lead me to your armchairOr leave me lying hereYour favourite innocenceYour favourite prizeYour favourite smileYour favourite slaveI`m hanging on your wordsliving on your breathfeeling with your skinWill I always be hereIn your roomYour burning eyesCause flames to ariseWill you let the fire die down soonOr will I always be hereYour favourite passionYour favourite gameYour favourite mirrorYour favourite slaveI`m hanging on your wordsliving on your breathfeeling with your skinWill I always be here