Whispers - Ian Brown
Written by：Ian Brown/Dave McCracken/Tim Wills
You're waking in the morning
Spent the night trying to bond with the moon
She never loved you
Just a whole wild two scene chopped up split screen
Dream machine
An alibi for lonesome dreams
I hear a lot of rumours
I hear a lot of stone cold rumours
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of easy talking given whispers
About you
She only wanted you
For what you could do to get her picture in
A sunday magazine
She's just a whole wild two scene chopped up
Split screen dream machine
An alibi for lonesome dreams
I hear a lot of rumours
I hear a lot of stone cold rumours
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of easy talking given whispers
About you
What a pleasure it is to receive
And what a god given gift it is
The air that we breathe
I hear a lot of rumours
I hear a lot of stone cold rumours
I hear a lot of rumours
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumours
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of romours
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of romours
