Автор: Martin L. Gore
Присутствует на: альбоме Delta Machine
 [bad word] to my world
Step right through the door
Leave your tranquilizers at home
You don't need them anymore

All the drama queens are gone
And the devil got this made
He backed up and fled this town
His master plan delayed

And if you stay a while
I'll penetrate your soul
I'll bleed into your dreams
You want to lose control

I weep into your eyes
I make your vision see
I'll open endless skies
And right your broken wings
 [bad word] to my world [bad word] to my world [bad word] to my world

Watch a sunrise set
And the moon begin to blush
And make it in a search
Translucently too much

And I hold you in my arms
I keep you by my side
And we sleep the devil's sleep
Just to keep him satisfied

And if you stay a while
I'll penetrate your soul
I'll bleed into your dreams
You want to lose control

I weep into your eyes
I make your vision see
I'll open endless skies
And right your broken wings
 [bad word] to my world [bad word] to my world [bad word] to my world