Texty: Depeche Mode. 101 (Live). A Question Of Lust.

Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
I'd never willingly
Do you harm

Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up crumble to dust
An' it is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Independence
Is still important for us though
We realize
It's easy to make the stupid mistake
Of letting go
Do you know what I mean?

My weaknesses
You know each and every one
It frightens me
I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before I'm anyone's
And you know

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up crumble to dust
An' it is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Kiss me goodbye
When I'm on my own
But you know that I'd
Rather be home

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up crumble to dust
An' it is all of these things and more
That keep us together

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up crumble to dust
An' it is all of these things and more
That keep us together

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up crumble to dust
An' it is all of these things and more
That keep us together

It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up crumble to dust
An' it is all of these things and more
That keep us together