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 Chorus: O O O O The look and the sound of the voice O O O O They try, they try O O O O The shape and the power of the voice O O O O In strong low tones Forceful and twisting again Wasting the perfect remains I've felt it once before Slipping over me (Chorus)