Depeche Mode - Sweetest Perfection - (Instrumental)

The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn t finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind I stop and i stare too much Afraid that i care too much And i hardly dare to touch For fear that the spell may be broken When i need a drug in me And it brings out the thug in me Feel something tugging me Then i want the real thing not tokens The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn t finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind Things you d expect to be Having effect on me Pass undetectedly But everyone knows what has got me Takes me completely Touches so sweetly Reaches so deeply I know that nothing can stop me Sweetest perfection An offer was made An assorted collection But i wouldn t trade The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn t finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn t finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection