Woorden: Martin L. Gore. Councterfeit. Smile In The Crowd.

You turned me away
Away from your actions
Forced by the violence
That always surrounds you

I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd
I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd

You burnt yourself out
In that silence
I have to tell you
I ache for you still
The sound of my words
Is always so shocking
They get much louder
Each time I speak

I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd
I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd

Signals of progress
We?re growing much older
I?m afraid that I?ll leave
And my ache never goes

I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd
I want your special smile
A smile in this crowd