In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will

Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here?
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here

Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here?
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
(Depeche Mode - In Your Room)