2003-07-15 - 11:25 a.m.

I sent this to Jane last night. It's probably my favourite Depeche Mode song, and I discovered that Veruca Salt do a cover of it when I was downloading stuff for a Splendour compilation for the car trip (Jane is a big Veruca Salt fan). A lot of it is very us, the idea that -particularly in Jane's case- we have for one reason or another been trying to steer clear of these things, but it happened anyway. The fact that we often disagree and it will be a cold day in hell before Jane is easily converted to my way of thinking, "but at the end of it all she'll understand me".

The only bit I can't say is us is "somebody to share the rest of my life", because I don't think either of us can say that yet. We've done this all very cautiously and not said anything we don't mean- it took a while for us to say we were officially together, it took a while for us to be able to say "I love you", it took a while to know we wanted to live together. I'm not going to say I want to share the rest of my life with her if I don't know that for certain, but part of me thinks I do.

It's not something I have any real need to think about right now- I love her here and now. And I'm not getting married until I'm at least 30 :)

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Depeche Mode - Somebody

I want somebody to share

Share the rest of my life

Share my innermost thoughts

Know my intimate details

Someone who'll stand by my side

And give me support

And in return

She'll get my support

She will listen to me

When I want to speak

About the world we live in

And life in general

Though my views may be wrong

They may even be perverted

She'll hear me out

And won't easily be converted

To my way of thinking

In fact she'll often disagree

But at the end of it all

She will understand me

I want somebody who cares

For me passionately

With every thought and

With every breath

Someone who'll help me see things

In a different light

All the things I detest

I will almost like

I don't want to be tied

To anyone's strings

I'm carefully trying to steer clear of

Those things

But when I'm asleep

I want somebody

Who will put their arms around me

And kiss me tenderly

Though things like this

Make me sick

In a case like this

I'll get away with it

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