In Sympathy - Depeche Mode

They're almost falling over you

Why don't they call a truce

Whatever they are trying to do

It's of little use

They're drowning you in compliments

Trying to furnish proof

Although they speak with eloquence

There is little truth

You're bright, you're strong, you know your right from wrong

At least to some degree

You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough

You smile in sympathy

I'm watching your serenity

The way your soul transcends

The tedious absurdities

Your patience never ends

And as the night begins to fade

You're heading for the door

Followed by a sad parade

You're on your own once more