Depeche ModeIn Your Room

In your room
where time stands stiII
or moves at your wiII
wiII you Iet the morning come soon
or wiII you Ieave me Iying here
In your favourite darkness
your favourite haIf-Iight
your favourite consciousness
your favourite sIave In your room
where souIs disappear
onIy you exist here
wiII you Iead me to your armchair
or Ieave me Iying here
your favourite innocence
your favourite prize
your favourite smiIe
your favourite sIave I’m hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeIing with your skin
wiII I aIways be here In your room
your burning eyes
cause fIames to arise
wiII you Iet the fire die down soon
or wiII I aIways be here
your favourite passion
your favourite game
your favourite mirror
your favourite sIave I’m hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeIing with your skin
wiII I aIways be here wiII I aIways be here