I could go to the middle of the desert,. I could go to there all alone.. I could sit for hours,. I could fast for weeks.. I'll never know what you know..
Words like violence. Break the silence. Come crashing in. Into my little world. . Painful to me. Pierce right through me. Can't you understand. Oh, my little girl.
Originally performed by Depeche Mode. . Sacred. Holy. To put it in words. To write it down. That is walking on hallowed ground. I'm a missionary. . So here is my confession.
Words like violence. Break the silence. Come crashing in. Into my little world. . Painful to me. Pierce right through me. Can't you understand. Oh my little girl?.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. . A long way from home. A long way from home.
{The more Jesus Christ himself}. . Feeling unknown and you're all alone. Flesh and bone by the telephone. Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer.
There's a new game. We like to play you see. A game with added reality. You treat me like a dog. Get me down on my knees. . We call it master and servant.
Traveling at night, the headlights were bright. And we been up many an hour. And all through my brain. Came the refrain. Of home and it warming fire. .
Words like violence break the silence. Come crashing in, into my little world. Painful to me, pierce right through me. Can't you understand, oh my little girl.
You always check yourself. In every mirror you see, day and night. And it is such a shame. Your vanity is to blame. Oh why don't you knock it off. . It is the pointlessness.
Your own personal Jesus. Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who cares. . Feeling unknown when you're all alone. Flesh and bone by the telephone. Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer.
I would tell you about the things. They put me through. The pain I've been subjected to. But the Lord himself would blush. . The countless feasts laid at my feet.
Words like violence. Break the silence. Come crashing in. Into my little world. Painful to me. Pierce right through me. Can't you understand. Oh my little girl.
[Originally by Depeche Mode]. . Words like violence. Break the silence. Come crashing in. Into my little world. Painful to me. Pierce right through me.
I need to be cleansed. It's time to make amends. For all of the fun. The damage is done. . And I feel diseased. I'm down on my knees. And I need forgiveness.
Don't hold me to these words. 'Cause to you they could mean anything. To me they are my everything. I need to spin the world. . Don't hold to me to these words.
I heard it from my friends. About the things you said. I heard it from my friends. About the things you said. But they know me better than that. They know me better than that.
Words like violence break the silence. Come crashing in, into my little world. Painful to me, pierce right through me. Cant you understand, oh, my little girl?.