Letras:
Depeche Mode Ultra

: Oh the tears that you weep For the poor tortured souls Who fall at your feet With their love begging bowls All the clerks and the tailors The sharks

: I'm going to take my time I have all the time in the world To make you mine It is written in the stars above The gods decree You'll be right here by

: Well it's about time It's beginning to hurt Time you made up your mind Just what is it all worth All my useless advice All my hanging around All your

: I can hear your soul crying Listen to your spirit sighing I can feel your desperation Emotional deprivation Let yourself go Let yourself go Let your

: Like a cat Dragged in from the rain Who goes straight back out To do it all over again I'll be back for more It's something That is out of our hands

: Do you mean this horny creep Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound Oh that pounds from within and is pinning me down Here

Well it's about time It's beginning to hurt Time you made up your mind Just what is it all worth All my useless advice All my hanging around All your

I can hear your soul crying Listen to your spirit sighing I can feel your desperation Emotional deprivation Let yourself go Let yourself go Let your