whispers and moans þarký sözü

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