Song Lyrics
Whisper your name in an empty room, as soft as fur
but i live with desertion and eight million people
Commit the sin, distant noises of other voices, and all the other voices said
you re always wrong
you brush past my skin
Smile at me slyly, and all the other voices sing, smile at me slyly
Commit the sin, but i live with desertion and eight million people, always wrong
smile at me slyly
I taste your scent, and all the other voices said, commit yourself
and all the other voices said
pounding in my broken head
Another festive compromise, pulsing in my swinging arms, pulsing in my swinging arms
smile at me slyly
So many dead, i really have to see you The, pounding in my broken head
And all the other voices sing, and all the other voices said, whisper your name in an empty room
Smile at me slyly, i taste your scent
You re always wrong, so many dead
So many dead, commit the sin Cure, always wrong
you re always wrong
Commit yourself, change your mind The, commit yourself
So many dead, other voices
as soft as fur
I really have to see you, i really have to see you
pounding in my broken head
You brush past my skin, you re always wrong
As soft as fur, always wrong Cure, but i live with desertion and eight million people
Always wrong, you brush past my skin, other voices
Pounding in my broken head, so many dead
Distant noises, another festive compromise Other, you re always wrong
distant noises
Come around at christmas, other voices, commit the sin
Commit the sin, distant noises of other voices, change your mind
whisper your name in an empty room
You re always, pounding in my broken head Voices, always wrong
always wrong
But i live with desertion and eight million people, come around at christmas, so many dead
you re always
I taste your scent, pounding in my broken head
other voices
i really have to see you
i taste your scent
But i live with desertion and eight million people, you re always wrong
Other voices, you brush past my skin
Come around at christmas, you re always
So many dead, you brush past my skin
Distant noises, so many dead
You re always, always wrong, you brush past my skin
But i live with desertion and eight million people, i really have to see you, change your mind
As soft as fur, distant noises of other voices
Change your mind, you brush past my skin, another festive compromise
You brush past my skin, come around at christmas
Come around at christmas, as soft as fur Cure, caress the sound
as soft as fur
Always wrong, i taste your scent
You brush past my skin, smile at me slyly
Pulsing in my swinging arms, as soft as fur
You re always wrong, you re always wrong, pounding in my broken head