Depeche Mode - Ultra : The Love Thieves
 

Depeche Mode



Ultra



The Love Thieves





Oh the tears that you weep







For the poor tortured souls







Who fall at your feet







With all their love begging bowls







All the clerks and the tailors







The sharks and the sailors







All good at their trades







But they'll always be failures























Alms for the poor







For the wretched disciples







And the love that they swore







With their hearts on the bible







Beseeching the honour







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 spirits shall live on in







The hearts of all lovers























You're holding court







With your lips and your smile







Your body's a halo







Their minds are on trial







Sure as adam is eve







Sure as Jonah turned whaler







They're crooked love thieves







And you are their 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 lovers