Lyrics Other Voices [live]

(This is called Other Voices)

Whisper your name in an empty room
You brush past my skin soft as fur
Taking hold, I taste your scent
Distant noises of 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 of 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"