Depeche Mode Precious Playing The Angel

Depeche Mode Precious Precious and fragile things Need special handling My God what have we done to You? We always try 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 heart 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