The Love Thieves

The Love Thieves
Oh the tears that you weep
For the poor tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With their love begging bowls
All the clerks and the tailors
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades
They'll always be failures

Alms for the poor
For the wretched desciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the bible
Beseeching the honor
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they're able
Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers
Your holding court
With your lips and your smile
Your body's a halo
Their minds are on trial
Sure as adam is eve
Sure as jonah turned whaler
They're crooked love thieves
And you are their jailor
Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others

Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others
La canción 'The Love Thieves' de Depeche Mode nos sumerge en un mundo de intensas emociones y relaciones complicadas. Las lágrimas que se derraman por las almas torturadas y necesitadas que se postran a tus pies demandando amor son presentadas de una manera poética y conmovedora....