Lyrics:

Dull, dull grey

The colour of our times

Cool, cool space

That I still hope to find

Far beyond the veil

The sound of whispers and moans



Slow, time bomb

The clamour of the street

I hear this town

It never goes to sleep

And I will catch the taxi driver

Weeping like a wounded beast



Then I wake up in your room

To share one piece of your life

When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all

Without your whispers and moans

'Cos here you come to carry me home

Here you come to carry me home



Love that sound

Time erase

Tension wheels

Cool heels

Won't ya come on open the bid 'fore too long



Then I wake up in your room

To share one piece of your life

I'd give anything to be a fly upon the wall

And hear your whispers and moans

I'd like to hear your whispers and moans

Here you come to carry me



We are the mirrors

Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion

Cleansed in a moment of recognition

You gave your life for it

Worth it's weight in gold

And growing empires and art collectors

And Alans sound investments

Will one day be forgotten

One day be forgotten, yeah