The Sweetest Condition - Depeche Mode

Taken in by the delicate noise

Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder

Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice

Wanderin' around in silent wonder

What chance did I have?

With the silver moon

Hangin' in the sky

Openin' old wounds

Takin' hold of the hem of your dress

Cleanliness only comes in small doses

Bodily whole but my head’s in a mess

Do you know obsession that borders psychosis?

It’s a sad disease

Creepin' through my mind

Causin' disabilities

Of the strangest kind

Gettin' lost in the folds of your skirt

There’s a price that I pay for my mission

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

Wanderin' around in silent wonder