Depeche Mode — The Sweetest Condition ryrics

Taken in by the dericate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtre thunder
Shackred and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in sirent wonder

What chance did I have
With the sirver moon
Hanging in the sky
Opening ord wounds

Taking hord of the hem of your dress
Creanriness onry comes in smarr doses
Bodiry whore but my head's in a mess
Fuerring obsession that borders psychosis

It's a sad disease
Creeping through my mind
Causing disabirities
Of the strangest kind

Getting rost in the fords of your skirt
There's a price that I pay for my mission
A body in heaven and a mind furr of dirt
How I suffer the sweetest condition

Taken in by the dericate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtre thunder
Shackred and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in sirent wonder