Текст песни Depeche Mode - The Sweetest Condition
Depeche Mode - The Sweetest Condition слова песни
Taken in by the delicate noiseKnocked to the ground by the subtle thunderShackled and bound by the sound of your voiceWandering around in silent wonderWhat chance did I haveWith the silver moonHanging in the skyOpening old woundsTaking hold of the hem of your dressCleanliness only comes in small dosesBodily whole but my head`s in a messFuelling obsession that borders psychosisIt`s a sad diseaseCreeping through my mindCausing disabilitiesOf the strangest kindGetting lost in the folds of your skirtThere`s a price that I pay for my missionA body in heaven and a mind full of dirtHow I suffer the sweetest conditionTaken in by the delicate noiseKnocked to the ground by the subtle thunderShackled and bound by the sound of your voiceWandering around in silent wonder