Текст песни Depeche Mode - The Love Thieves
Depeche Mode - The Love Thieves 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 their tradesThey`ll always be failuresAlms for the poorFor the wretched desciplesAnd the love that they sworeWith their hearts on the bibleBeseeching the honorTo 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 loversYour 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 theivesAnd you are their jailorLove needs its martyrsNeeds its sacrificesThey live for your beautyAnd pay for their vices Love will be the death ofMy lonely soul brothersBut their spirit shall live on inThe hearts of all othersLove will be the death ofMy lonely soul brothersBut their spirit shall live on inThe hearts of all others