Precious - Depeche Mode

Precious and fragile things 
Need special handling 
My God what have we done to You? 
We always try to share 
The tenderest of care 
Now look what we 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