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 :
Oh, the look and the sound of the voice
Oh, they try, they try
Oh, the shape and the power of the voice
Oh, In strong low tones
Forceful and twisting again
Waisting 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
Oh, they try
Oh, the shape and the sound of the voice
In strong low tones
