Depeche Mode - The sweetest condition

^D#5Taken in by the delicate noise ^F#5Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder ^B5Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice ^D5Wandering around in a silent wonder

^GWhat chance ^Edid I have ^GWith the ^Esilvermoon ^GHanging in^E the sky ^GOpeni^Eng old wounds

^D#5Taking hold of the hem of your dress ^F#5Cleanliness only comes in small doses ^B5Bodily whole but my head's in a mess ^D5Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis

^GIt's a ^Esad disease ^GCreeping ^Ethrough my mind ^GCausing disa^Ebilities ^GOf the ^Estrangest kind

^D#5Getting lost in the folds of your skirt ^F#5There's a price that I pay for my mission ^B5A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt ^D5How I suffer the sweetes condition ^C#5Taken in by the delicate noise ^E5Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder ^A5Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice ^C5Wandering around in a silent wonder