Distant noises of other voices pulsing in my swinging arms
But I live with desertion and eight million people
Caress the sound, so many dead
Change your mind you're always wrong
And all the other voices said
Come around at Christmas I really have to see you
Distant noises, other voices pounding in my broken head
And all the other voices said
Commit the sin, commit yourself
Smile at me slyly another festive compromise
Always wrong, always always wrong
Taking hold I taste your scent