Precious - Depeche Mode

Precious and fragile things

Need special handling

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 manage

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

If God has a master plan

That only He understands

I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged, things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken left us so brittle

There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust

Have faith in both of us

And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged, things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken left us so brittle

There was so little left to give