The Voice

The voice, the voice

It troubles you, for there is no one there at all

You have the choice, she could be black or white

You are not trapped

You can rise or you can fall

It's not up to me

I've been caught in the lights

I am no Houdini

I've been mesmerized

By sights and sounds

The voice, the voice

It's calling you (calling you)

I feel a spy

He's in my house, I see his prints upon my door

I hang my paintings up so high

Then I don't appear, no no no I don't appear so tall

It's up to you, your lips taste of wine

And they're coming closer, oh god they're touching mine

Oh-ho, could this be true?

The voice, the voice

It's calling you

It's not that I feel insecure

There's mother's portrait in my room

Oh no no no no no...

It's just that I need to be reassured

Like any other fool

Oh no no no no no

No no no (no no)

Sunday is here, let's make the break

Let's pretend

put down your books, pick up your friends

There's no time to lose, there's not time at all

There's no time to lose

There's no time, could this be you

The voice (the voice), the voice (the voice)

It's calling you

Oh, the voice (the voice), the voice (the voice)

It's calling you

I hear that voice (the voice)

The voice (the voice)

It's calling you

Oh, the voice (the voice), the voice (the voice)

It's calling you