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