Other Voices by 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

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