Jueves, 01 de diciembre de 2005

Depeche Mode - Precious

Archivado en: Letras de Canciones

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put
You through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
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

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words have got spoken

Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

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