In Depeche Mode Mood's

As much hard it is to wipe her away with the cotton swabs of time ( yeah quite clinically poetic)
As much as i try to refrain from ringing her up way past midnight
I cant help myself wondering what went inside her as we we agreed to our resolutions .......






Come with me
Into the trees
Well lay on the grass
And let the hours pass

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Lets get away
Just for one day

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

Metropolis
Has nothing on this
Youre breathing in fumes
I taste when we kiss

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everythings ours
For a few hours

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you
Make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone let me hear you crying
Just for me