Other voices
Whisper your name in an empty roomYou brush past my skin as soft as furTaking hold I taste your scentDistant noises Other voicesPounding in my broken headCommit the sin commit yourselfAnd all the other voices saidChange your mind You're always wrongAlways wrong
Come around at christmas I really have to see youSmile at me slyly Another festive compromiseBut I live with desertion And eight million peopleDistant noises Of other voicesPulsing in my swinging armsCaress the sound So many deadAnd all the other voices singChange your mind You're always wrong