The Voice کے بول

Native these words seem to me All speech directed to me I've heard them once before I know that feeling Stranger emotions in the mind Changing the contours I find I've seen them once before Someone cries to me Oh Oh Oh Oh The look and the sound of the voice Oh Oh Oh Oh They try, they try Oh Oh Oh Oh The shape and the power of the voice Oh Oh Oh Oh In strong low tones Forceful and twisting again Wasting the perfect remains I've felt it once before Slipping over me Oh Oh Oh Oh The look and the sound of the voice Oh Oh Oh Oh They try, they try Oh Oh Oh Oh The shape and the power of the voice Oh Oh Oh Oh In strong low tones Sweetly the voices decay Draw on the lines that they say I'd lost it once before Now it cries to me