sábado, dezembro 10, 2005
Precious
Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?
We always try to share
Lots are the risks of care
Now look what we have put You through...
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Depeche Mode (Do Álbum "Playing the Angel ")
Cliquem para ouvir
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?
We always try to share
Lots are the risks of care
Now look what we have put You through...
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Depeche Mode (Do Álbum "Playing the Angel ")
Cliquem para ouvir