Текст песни Depeche Mode - In Your Room (Live)

In your room where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favorite darkness, in your favorite half-light
In your favorite consciousness, your favorite slave

In your room where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favorite innocence, in your favorite prize
In your favorite smile, your favorite slave

I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?

In your room your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favorite passion, your favorite game
Your favorite mirror, your favorite slave

I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?
I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?

I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?
I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?