Other Voices
The Cure
Whisper your name in an empty room
You brush past my skin as soft as fur
Taking hold, I taste your scent
Distant noises, other voices
Pounding in my broken head
Commit the sin, commit yourself
And all the other voices said
Change your mind, you're always wrong
Come around at Christmas, I really have to see you
Smile at me slyly, another festive compromise
But I live with desertion and eight million people
Distant noises, other voices
Pulsing in my swinging arms
Caress the sound, so many dead
And all the other voices said
Change your mind, you're always wrong
