Native these words seem to me
All speech directed to me
I've heard them once before
I know that feeling
Stranger emotions in mynd
Changing the contours I find
I've seen them once before
Someone cries to me
Oh, the look and the sound of
The Voice
They try, they try
Oh, the shape and the power of
The Voice
In strong low tones
Forceful and twisting again
Wasting the perfect remains
I've felt it once before
Slipping over me
Sweetly the voices decay
Draw on the lines that they say
I'd lost it once before
Now it cries to me
Oh, the look and the power of
The Voice
They try, they try
Oh, the shape and the sound of
The Voice
In strong low tones
Oh, the shape and the power of
The Voice
In strong low
