My Favourite Stranger

Some perfect stranger Sneaks on tiptoes Steals my shadow And goes where I go My favorite stranger Stands in my mirror Puts words in my mouth All broke and bitter Some perfect stranger My imitation Drops my name in My conversations Some perfect stranger Speaks when I speak Walks in my footsteps And talks in my sleep My favorite stranger Stands where I stand Leaves crime in my wake And blood on my hands (And blood on my hands) --- My Favourite Stranger - Depeche Mode