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

(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