The Sweetest Perfection (Depeche Mode)

Em The sweetest perfection C To call my own Am The slightest correction H Couldn't finaly hone Em The sweetest infection C Of body and mind Am The sweetest injection H Of any kind G I stop and I stare too much C Affraid that I care too much Am And I hardly dare to touch H For fear that the spell may be broken G When I need a drug in me C And it brings out the thug in me Am Feel something's tugging me H Than I want the real things not tokens The sweetest perfection ... 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 B Am F D B The sweetest perfection Am An offer was made F An assorted collection D But I wouldn't trade The sweetest perfection ...