Native these words seem to me
   All speech directed to me
   I've heard them once before
   I know that feeling
  
   Stranger emotions in mynd
   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
   They try, they try
   Oh, the shape and the power of
   The Voice
   In strong low tones
  
   Forceful and twisting again
   Wasting 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
   They try, they try
   Oh, the shape and the sound of
   The Voice
   In strong low tones
   Oh, the shape and the power of
   The Voice
   In strong low ...