Texty: Depeche Mode. Sounds Of The Universe. Hole To Feed.

We are here, we can love
We share something
I'm sure that you'll mean
The world to me

Your name was the one
That was always chosen
Your words and the kindness
That set me free

Shame as a hole
That has kept us frozen
You open my eyes
To a world I could believe

And words can leave
You broken inside
You'll have to decide
I'm hanging onto my pride

We are here, we can love
We share something
I'm sure that you'll mean
The world to me

When you get what you need
It's no way of knowing
What you have is
Another hole to feed

The games that we played
They've left us hoping
The gift that we have
The life that we breathe

This world could leave
You broken inside
We've nowhere to hide
I'm hanging onto my pride

We are here, we've been chosen
We've been blessed
With the place we need to find
And then open

We are here, we can love
We share something
I'm sure that you'll mean
The world to me

When you get what you need
It's no way of knowing
What you have is
Another hole to feed