Damaged People - Depeche Mode （instrumental）

Confessions

We're damaged people

Drawn together

By subtleties that we are not aware of

Disturbed souls

Playing out forever

These games that we once thought we would be scared of

When you're in my arms

The world makes sense

There is no pretense

And you're crying

When you're by my side

There is no defense

I forget to sense

I'm dying

We're damaged people

Praying for something

That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us

Depraved souls

Trusting in the one thing

The one thing that this life has not denied us

When I feel the warmth

Of your very soul

I forget I'm cold

And crying

When your lips touch mine

And I lose control

I forget I'm old

And dying