“To the soul's desires The body listens What the flesh requires Keeps the heart imprisoned What the spirit seeks The mind will follow When the body speaks All else is hollow” — Martin L. Gore Copy Share Image
“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, Your favorite half-light, Your favorite consciousness, Your favorite slave. In your room where souls disappear Only you exist here. Will you lead me to your armchair, Or leave me lying… — Martin L. Gore Copy Share
“And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home For singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.” — Martin L. Gore Copy Share Image
“I don't want to start Any blasphemous rumours But I think that God's Got a sick sense of humour And when I die I… — Martin L. Gore Copy Share Image
“To the soul's desires The body listens What the flesh requires Keeps the heart imprisoned What the spirit seeks The mind will follow When… — Martin L. Gore Copy Share Image
