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



CHORUS :

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



CHORUS



Sweetly the voices decay

Draw on the lines that they say

I'd lost it once before

Now it cries to me



CHORUS



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