The Voice

Native these words seem to me All speech directed to me I've heard them once before I know that feeling Stranger emotions in mind Changing the contours I find I've seen them once before Someone cries to me The look and the sound of the voice They try, they try 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 The look and the sound of the voice They try, they try The shape and the power of the voice In strong low tones Sweetly the voices decay Draw on the lines that they say I'd lost it once before Now it cries to me The look and the sound of the voice They try, they try The shape and the power of the voice In strong low tones The look and the sound of the voice They try The shape and the power of the voice In strong low tones The shape and the power of the voice