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