Текст песне : Ian Brown. Whispers.

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 rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
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 rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers about you

I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers

What a pleasure it is to receive
And what a God given gift is the air that we breathe

I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of stone cold rumors

I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers

I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers

I hear a lot of rumors
I hear a lot of whispers
I hear a lot of rumors