Shout

She was silent trying to be
Like the girl who acted on the TV
Always knowing when to say
Wishing for a moment so that they could see

Staring in the night
A picture my room
And I think that she knew her lines

Break away tonight
I wanna hold your hand
We've got to get it right
We've got to understand

Carefully watching waiting as I
Stood upon the back streets and we start to play
I was screaming louder as the
Curtains fall between us in a twisted way

Staring in the night
A picture my room
And I think that she knew her lines

Break away tonight
I wanna hold your hand
We've got to get it right
We've got to understand

Placing all the questions in the
Minutes of a game we won so long ago
Dangerous and beautiful the
Radio transmission that I have to know

You could never run
You could never stay
And I think you belong to me

Break away tonight
I wanna hold your hand
We've got to get it right
We've got to understand

© 1981 Vince Clarke - Depeche Mode