Ian Brown - Whispers Lyrics
You're waking in the morningSpent the night trying to bond with the moonShe never loved youJust a whole wild, two scene, chopped up, splitscreen, dream machineAn alibi for lonesome dreamsI hear a lot of rumoursI hear a lot of stone cold rumoursI hear a lot of whispersI hear a lot of easy talking, given whispersAbout youShe only wanted youFor what you could do to get her picture in a Sunday magazineShe's just a whole wild, two scene, chopped up, splitscreen, dream machineAn alibi for lonesome dreamsI hear a lot of rumoursI hear a lot of stone cold rumoursI hear a lot of whispersI hear a lot of easy talking, given whispersAbout youI hear a lot of rumoursI hear a lot of stone cold rumoursI hear a lot of whispersI hear a lot of easy talking, given whispersWhat a pleasure it is to receiveAnd what a God given gift it is to the air that we breatheI hear a lot of rumoursI hear a lot of stone cold rumoursI hear a lot of whispersI hear a lot of easy talking, given whispersAbout youI hear a lot of rumoursI hear a lot of whispersAnd they're all about you
