The Cure - Other Voices Lyrics

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