Manic Street Preachers - Lost Voices lyrics

I don't wanna know the person I just wanna know their minds And I don't want you to tell me Something I might not find There will be no d**h bed conversions No last minute diversions There will be no d**h bed conversions No last minute diversions Lost voices live in museums Lost voices, the visible ruins Traveling through the universe Somehow blessed and somehow cursed Lost voices Yes I've known the disappeared Under the sheets to Radio Luxemburg And life is always a veil of tears I've known too many of the disappeared There must be a different road we can take These words of pain that can k** and save There must be a different road we can take These words of pain that can k** and save Lost voices live in museums Lost voices, the visible ruins Traveling through the universe Somehow blessed and somehow cursed Lost voices