Woodface (1991)
		Whispers and Moans

		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
		Share one piece of your life
		When tomorrow comes
		We may not be here at all
		Without your whispers and moans
		Here you come to carry me home

		Love that sound, time erase
		Tension wheels, cool heels
		Won't ya come on open the bid before too long

		I wake up in your room
		Share one piece of your life
		I'd give anything to be a fly upon the wall
		And hear your whispers and moans
		I like to hear your whispers and moans
		Here you come to carry me home

		We are the mirrors of each other
		In a lifetime of suspicion
		Cleansed in a moment, a flash of recognition
		You gave your life for it
		Worth its weight in gold and growing empires
		Art collectors and Alans sound investments
		Will one day be forgotten, one day be forgotten
		YEAH!