In Your Room — текст песни (Depeche Mode)

In your room

Where souls disappear

Only you exist here

Will you lead me to your armchair

Or leave me lying here

Your favourite innocence

Your favourite prize

Your favourite smile

Your favourite slave



I`m hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling with your skin

Will I always be here



In your room

Your burning eyes

Cause flames to arise

Will you let the fire die down soon

Or will I always be here

Your favourite passion

Your favourite game

Your favourite mirror

Your favourite slave



I`m hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling with your skin

Will I always be here