The Love Thieves
Depeche Mode
Ultra (1997)

Oh the tears that you weep
For the poor tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With their love breaking bowls

All the clerks and the tailors
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades
They'll always be failures

Alms for the poor
For the wretched desciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the bible

Beseeching the honor
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they're able

Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices

Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers

Your holding court
With your lips and your smile
Your body's a halo
Their minds are on trial

Sure as adam is eve
Sure as jonah turned whaler
They're crooked love theives
And you are their jailor

Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices

Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others

Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others