h_a_l_o depeche bird (i've got this rusted halo, but no more wings, i'm walking the streets and the alleyways in the shadows and the traffic glow, i have a lifetime of bad karma hanging on me like cops on a donut, just looking for a little company while i bask in this dirty and grimy city light, the cure is my melancholic love, depeche mode is my jaded shadow) You wear guilt Like shackles on your feet Like a halo in reverse I can feel The discomfort in your seat And in your head it's worse There's a pain A famine in your heart An aching to be free Can't you see All love's luxuries Are here for you and me And when our worlds They fall apart When the walls come tumbling in Though we may deserve it It will be worth it Bring your chains Your lips of tragedy And fall into my arms And when our worlds They fall apart When the walls come tumbling in Though we may deserve it It will be worth it 020605 ... daxle we threw our halos away a long time ago or did we ever have them? somehow across all that space I saw in your eyes the same things that I know are in myself closure brought anxiety, that old story and now insanity synchronizes between us (every night I burn every night I fall again) 020605 what's it to you? who go blather from