From the recording Hastings End
Lyrics
THE WHISPER GAME
Careless whispers
Don’t heed careless whispers
There ain’t no genie in this town
Will let you off the hook
You’ve got a target on your back
All you need to do is look
Just roll those eyes around your head
Find them crouching in the wings
The air is thick with sibilance
The ring of pride and hollow things
Careless whispers
Trafficking in lies
Loving the believers
Crafting alibis
Pipe them off a precipice
Lead them with a vacant smile
Give them miles and miles of rope
Let them think they are in style
Track their movement like a hawk
See who ties themselves to whom
Hear them speak each other’s words
They’re rolling rocks around a tomb
Careless whispers
Lying in the hall
Someone’s bound to lift them
Write it on a wall