Depeche Mode - Black Celebration : A Question Of Lust
 

Depeche Mode



Black Celebration



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 ever 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







It is all of these things and more







That keep us together























Independence







Is still important for us though (we realise)







It's easy to make







The stupid mistake







Of letting go (do you know what I mean)























My weakness







You know each and every one (it frightens me)







But 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







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







It is all of these things and more







That keep us together