I.P .O.W

Stripped of your precious halo,
and sacred blue dress,
The blasphemous rumours,
and things you said.

Never let me down again, little 15,
I'll be your personal jesus,
I'll find the mercy in you,

strangelove, dressed in black,
I want you now, to have and to hold.

It's a question of lust, a pleasure little treasure
or a question of time, sometimes.

It's only when I lose myself, I feel you,
Try walking in my shoes, somebody should,
have your policy of truth,
I'll enjoy the silence.

In a world full of nothing,
I sometimes wish I was dead,
it doesn't matter two,
Any second now, A black celebration,
we could be love thieves,
but not tonight.

All Depeche Mode\Martin Gore