The Voice

The voice, the voice it troubles you

For there is no one there at all

You have a choice you can be black or white

You are not trapped, you can rise or you can fall

It's not up to me

I've been cauterized

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

That I don't appear so tall

It's up to you

Your lips taste of wine

And they cut me closer

I got to touch your mind

Oh, could this be true

The voice, the voice

It's calling you

It's not that I feel insecure

There's not a spa tread in my room

Oh no, no, no

It's just that I need to be reassured

Like any other fool

Oh 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 no 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

The voice, the voice

It's calling you

I hear that voice

The voice, the voice

It's calling you

The voice, the voice

It's calling you