Native these words seem to me All speech directed to me I´ve heard them once before I know that feeling Stranger emotions in mind Changing the contours I find I´ve seen them once before Someone cries to me CHORUS: oooo The look and the sound of the voice oooo They try, they try oooo The shape and the power of the voice oooo 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 ones before Now it cries to me CHORUS