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.