Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours

Girl of 16

Whole life ahead of her

Slashed her wrists

Bored with life

Didn't succed

Thank the lord

For small mercies



Fighting back the tears

Mother reads the note again

16 candles burn in her mind

She takes the blame

It's always the same

She goes down on her knees and prays



I don't want to start

Any blasphemous rumours

But I think that God's

Got a sick sense of humour

And when I die

I expect to find
Him laughing



Girl of 18

Feel in love with everything

Found new life

In Jesus Christ

Hit by a car

Ended up

On a life support machine



Summers day

As she passed away

Birds were singing

In the summer sky

Then came the rain

And once again

A tear fell

From her mothers eye



I don't want to start...