Boys Next Door 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 (tricked?), 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
And 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 so
tall
It’s up to you, your lips taste of wine
And they cut me closer, oh God, they’re touching mine
Oh, could this be true
But the voice, the voice it’s calling you
It’s not that I’m feeling sick (I feel insecure ?),
that’s my last portrait in my room (there's/that's
mother's portrait in my room)
Oh no no 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
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
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
