Other Voices

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

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