Depeche Mode

Always

Knows the prospects

Learnt to expect

Nothing

Nothing

Truth is a word

That's lost its meaning

The truth has become

Merely half-truth

Belief is the way,

The way of the innocent.

And when I say «innocent»

I should say «naive».

All I ever wanted,

All I ever needed,

Is here in my arms.

Words are very unnecessary,

They can only do harm.

Reach out and touch faith.

Your own personal Jesus

Someone to hear your prayers

Someone who cares.

Your own personal Jesus

Someone to hear your prayers.

Someone who's there.