Question of Time
A Question of Time
Depeche Mode
I've got to get to you first
Before they do
It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
I've got to get to you first
It's just a question of time
It's a broken kind of feelin', she'd have to tie me to the ceilin'
A bad moon's a comin', better say your prayers, child
I wanna tell you that I love you, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you draggin' down again, again
My baby again, oh, yeah
So I'm singin'
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Yes, it does
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
I used to treat you like a lady, now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight, yeah
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin' over, honey
You see, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, oh yeah
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind the leaves me alone
Yes, it does
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, it's the kind that
It leaves me alone, yeah
Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know, yeah
So don't burn your bridges, woman
'Cause someday, yeah
Kick it, oh yeah
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone, yeah
Question of Time
When rain stops
no questions are left untouched
not one whisper is inconclusive
not one tear is given in vain
bright sunlight becomes it’s own restrain
When rain stops
not one question is given as resistance
not one bright shadow has to explain
why clouds embark on their hidden voyage
Why Horizon lost his magick,
his haunting glitter
every frightful smile
comes out unwelcomed,
almost metaphysically bitter
Blood symbolizes the emergence of old, dusty pain
pain is the swift assurance of upcoming trials
nature is awaiting another fallen seaworthy day
translucent moonlight basking in freshly made cosmic hay
newly arisen sunrise is slowly wandering in God’s tray
new words are looking for Save Harbor, for Sturdy Bay
Only decadent and sickening, lead fool
can not cherish the warm smile given by the providence of a new day
only fools fall in the black ditch as his headless wandering little prey
wounded animals are always asking for new degraded ways
elaborating forgotten past in the cabalistic midst of early mornings
tormenting themselves with confidence of self-guarded illusion
masturbating with heavy, reckless, and sunken hearts
yearning for what once was
and what is lost
in the scorning nauseating pleasures of their damned confusion
they want a price for their shady coined contributions
but since when do rotten gifts adore impotent conclusions?
When wet rains, stops
true entrance into
reality suddenly miraculously glows
when silver rain stops
harassing wickedness
can not lively pose
she falls on her bloodthirsty, dark-painted nose
When perfectly evicted rain, suddenly stops
all the world’s good wishes
become the impeccable antidote
for what is hidden,
and what will inevitably come
When thunderous rain stops
trail full of unexpressed tears
is the echo of the ones
who can see and clearly,
almost miraculously hear
In this place
evil can not come near
in this starry, silky-spread palace
for evil deeds
there is too much barking fear
When the chosen rains stops
all rusty paths lead to reconciled, sleepless heaven
mesmerizing tribulation is set again too simplistic zero
in this state, a good man becomes his, own fearless trustworthy hero
All gloomy questions falter, right in front of his naked feet
all unanswered questions
can be effortlessly seen
in his newly found, proud immaculate formed strong cheek
wherever you have been
as a grown-up or just an old, worn reflection of a tale about a confused teen
There, where the true sun shines once more
we will again, happily meet
good life and careless pleasure
will be given a shattering receipt
drink waters of new life
or, go into the darkest pit
be the just angel
or the amorphous baptized, egomaniacal beast
newborn feathers always wish to explore
servant of life is always called, amore(more/ore/ero/or/o)
good life and selfish, blank pleasure
will be given an invoice, based on their chosen choice
nobody can escape it
no vessel can fake it
God, gods, and man
all are part of this plan
Sentient, esoteric wrist
is soaring with the loudest twist
without this pulsating rhythm
they, will as one
cease to exist
After the wet rain
rights will be
not hastily given
only capsized master claim.
After the rain
Darkness has no teeth
all her doings have arisen
in vain…
all you will find…
is another well-versed occurrence of already-hated pain
Children of Abel and descendants of Cain
is this a question of time
or question of unbreakable faith?
In a few months from now
all will be seen,
all will be flawlessly plain
as a new bold adventure
brings
the pre-terminated lucidity
of sunniest day.
Word of the wise:
dont stand
in her way.
Strangelove
Depeche Mode
Strangelove, strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove, that's how my love goes
Strangelove will you give it to me?
Will you take the pain I will give to you
Again and again and will you return it?
There'll be times when my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life livable
But when you think I've had enough from your sea of love
I'll take more than another river full
Yes, and I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile
Strangelove, strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove, that's how my love goes
Strangelove, will you give it to me?
Will you take the pain I will give to you
Again and again and will you return it?
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