Depeche Mode - Exciter : The Sweetest Condition
 

Depeche Mode



Exciter



The Sweetest Condition





Taken in by the delicate noise







Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder







Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice







Wandering around in silent wonder















What chance did I have







With the silver moon







Hanging in the sky







Opening old wounds















Taking hold of the hem of your dress







Cleanliness only comes in small doses







Bodily whole but my head's in a mess







Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis















It's a sad disease







Creeping through my mind







Causing disabilities







Of the strangest kind















Getting lost in the folds of your skirt







There's a price that I pay for my mission







A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt







How I suffer the sweetest condition















Taken in by the delicate noise







Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder







Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice







Wandering around in silent wonder