di Gore
DEPECHE MODE
There’s a fragile tension
That’s keeping us going
It may not last forever
But oh well, it’s blowing
There’s something magical in the air
Something so tragic we have to care
There’s a strange obsession
That’s drawing us nearer
We don’t understand it
It never gets clearer
There’s something mystical in our dreams
So simplistic, it kicks and screams
All we will seem to reek on the edge of collapse
Nothing can keep us down
There’s a dizzying feeling
That’s keeping us flying
Through glittering galas
Without even trying
There’s something radical in our hands
Nothing logical to our plans