Alcohol

Precious and fragile things
need special hand-e-ling
my god, what have we done to you

we always tried to share
the tenderest of care
now look what we have put you through
things get damaged
things get broken
I thought we'd managed
but words left unspoken
left us so brittle
there was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you

.    .

things get damaged
things get broken
I thought we'd managed
but words left unspoken
left us so brittle
there was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust

.    .

Depeche Mode, Precious edited