Текст песни Depeche Mode - Lovethieves
Depeche Mode - Lovethieves слова песни
Oh the tears that you weepfor the poor tortured soulswho fall at your feetwith their love begging bowlsall the clerks and the tailorsthe sharks and the sailorsall good at the tradesbut they`ll always be failuresAlms for the poorfor the wretched disciplesand the love that they sworewith their hearts on the biblebeseeching the honourto sit at your tableand feast on your holinessas long as they`re ableLove needs its martyrsneeds its sacrificesthey live for your beautyand pay for their viceslove will be the death ofmy lonely soul brothersbut their spirit shall live on inthe hearts of all loversYou`re holding courtwith your lips and your smileyour body`s a halotheir minds are on trialsure as adam is evesure as jonah turned whalerthey`re crooked love thievesand you are their jailorLove needs its martyrsneeds its sacrificesthey live for your beautyand pay for their viceslove will be the death ofmy lonely soul brothersbut their spirit shall live on inthe hearts of all lovers.