Testo di The Voice

No ear can hear it No mind can understand it No mouth can repeat its words As it's been cried by all mouths Despair and lust Jealousy and love Echoes in the distance Living poetry in a spiral cycle Stories that would make you cry Tremble, laugh, or hate Cacophony, stream of consciousness complexity, twisted loneliness Reality, repeating the same sounds Monotony, in all this variety Different feelings, a same origin Different minds, a same beginning