"The Voice" lyrics - THE BOYS NEXT DOOR

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, 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
That's my last 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