Tekstovi: Depeche Mode. Exciter. The Sweetest Condition.

Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wanderin' around in silent wonder

What chance did I have?
With the silver moon
Hangin' in the sky
Openin' old wounds

Takin' hold of the hem of your dress
Cleanliness only comes in small doses
Bodily whole but my head's in a mess
Do you know obsession that borders psychosis?

It's a sad disease
Creepin' through my mind
Causin' disabilities
Of the strangest kind

Gettin' lost in the folds of your skirt
There's a price that I pay for my mission
Body in heaven and a mind full of dirt
How I suffer the sweetest condition

Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wanderin' around in silent wonder