The Cure — Other Voices

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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 saidChange your mind, you’re always wrong
(Always wrong)
(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 sing
Change your mind, you’re always…
Wrong