Depeche Mode

I need to be cleansed

It's time to make amends

For all of the fun

The damage is done

And I feel diseased

I'm down on my knees

And I need forgiveness

Someone to bear witness

To the goodness within

Beneath the sin

Although I may flirt

With all kinds of dirt

To the point of disease

Now I want release

From all this decay

Take it away

And somewhere

There's someone who cares

With a heart of gold

To have and to hold