(This is called Other Voices)      Whisper your name in an empty room   You brush past my skin soft as fur   Taking hold, I taste your scent   Distant noises of 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 of 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"