Whisper your name in an empty room
You brush past my skin
As soft as fur
Taking hold
I taste your scent
Distant noises
Other voices
Pounding in my broken head
Commit the sin
Commit yourself
And all the other voices said
Change your mind
You're always wrong
Come around at Christmas
I really have to see you
Smile at me slyly
Another festive compromise
But I live with desertion
And eight million people
Distant noises
Other voices
Pulsing in my swinging arms
Caress the sound
So many dead
And all the other voices said
Change your mind
You're always wrong
You brush past my skin
As soft as fur
Taking hold
I taste your scent
Distant noises
Other voices
Pounding in my broken head
Commit the sin
Commit yourself
And all the other voices said
Change your mind
You're always wrong
Come around at Christmas
I really have to see you
Smile at me slyly
Another festive compromise
But I live with desertion
And eight million people
Distant noises
Other voices
Pulsing in my swinging arms
Caress the sound
So many dead
And all the other voices said
Change your mind
You're always wrong
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Robert Smith came from a Catholic background. The reference to visiting at Christmas suggests family, probably the slightly distant family you only see at Christmas e.g. cousins. RS has talked about "lust...eating forbidden fruit" - and there are references to commiting sin in the lyrics - so I think it\'s pretty obvious what the song might be obliquely hinting at. \n\nIs it a confession? I don\'t think so. I think it\'s just a premise - maybe drawn from a vaguely half-remembered teenage dream then woven into a similarly vague fictional creation. And I think the fictional aspect is possibly loneliness - loneliness caused by not being able to taste the forbidden fruit of which you dream - a longing for intimacy rather than just pure sex. \n\nFor me the song evokes the emotional sensation of being sedated by morphine or opiated hash better than anything else I have ever heard. I love the dreamy expressionist atmosphere, the half-hidden weird sounds, the echoed effects, and of course, the slow woody bass-line. \n\n10/10. One of The Cure\'s finest achievements.