Texty: Depeche Mode. Sounds Of The Universe. In Sympathy.

They're almost falling over you
Why don't we call a truce?
Whatever they are trying to do
Is of little use

They're drowning you in compliments
Trying to furnish proof
In all they speak with eloquence
There is little truth

You're bright, you're strong
You know your right from wrong
At least to some degree
You're wise, you're tough
You've heard the lies enough
You smile in sympathy

I'm watching your serenity
The way your soul transcends
The tedious of sanities
Your patience never ends

And as the night begins to fade
You're heading for the door
You fall about separate
You're on your own once more

You're bright, you're strong
You know your right from wrong
At least to some degree
You're wise, you're tough
You've heard the lies enough
You smile in sympathy

You're bright, you're strong
You know your right from wrong
At least to some degree
You're wise, you're tough
You've heard the lies enough
You smile in sympathy