Depeche Mode Love Thieves
All the tears that you weep For the poor tortured souls Who fall at your feet With their love breaking bowls All the clerks and the tailors The sharks and the sailors I'd give happy trails but They'll always be failures Alms for the poor For the wretched desciples And the love that they swore With their hearts on the bible Beseeching the honor To sit at your table And feast on your holiness As long as they're able Love needs its martyrs Needs its sacrifices They live for your beauty And pay for their vices Love will be the death of My lonely soul brothers But their spirit shall live on in The hearts of all others Your holding gold With your lips and your smile Your body's a halo Your minds are on trial Sure as adam was eve Sure as jonah to whaler They're crooked love theives And you are a jailor Love needs its martyrs Needs its sacrifices They live for your beauty And pay for their vices Love will be the death of My lonely soul brothers But their spirit shall live on in The hearts of all others Love will be the death of My lonely soul brothers But their spirit shall live on in The hearts of all others