Hace tiempo os hablé por aquí de “Playing the Angel”, el último disco de mi grupo favorito, Depeche Mode. Os dejo ahora las letras de un par de las canciones de dicho disco, que encajan bastante con mi estado de animo actual. Espero que os gusten…

Precious
Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have I done to you?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what I 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 hearts 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

Nothing’s Impossible
Just give me a reason, some kind of sign
I’ll need a miracle to help me this time
I heard what you said, and I feel the same
I know in my heart that I’ll have to change

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing’s impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing’s impossible

How did we get to be this far apart?
How did we get to be this far apart?
I want to be with you, something to share
I want to be here, I am not there

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing’s impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing’s impossible