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