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"