You're waking in the morning
Spent the night trying to bond with the moon
She never loved you

Just a hot-wired, two-seat, jumped up, splitscreen, dream machine
An alibi to love's young dream


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 hot-wired, two-seat, jumped up, splitscreen, dream machine

An alibi to love's young dream

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

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


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


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


I hear a lot of rumours
I hear a lot of whispers

And they're all about you