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
