Depeche Mode In Your Room
In your room where time stands still Or moves at your will. Will you let the morning come soon, Or will you leave me lying here? In your favorite darkness, Your favorite half-light, Your favorite consciousness, Your favorite slave. In your room where souls disappear - Only you exist here. Will you lead me to your armchair, Or leave me lying here? Your favorite innocence, Your favorite prize, Your favorite smile, Your favorite 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 favorite passion, Your favorite game, Your favorite mirror, Your favorite slave. I'm hanging on your words, Living on your breath, Feeling with your skin. Will I always be here?
