The Voice — Ultravox

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

Sweetly the voices decay Draw on the lines that they say I'd lost it once before Now it cries to me