Voices

I knew this would happen

And I don't want to be around when it gets out

I've closed that last picture

And painted the window inside and out

Give me your dreams and I"ll give you my time

Together we"ll cross the borderline



Voices-cracking the night

Voices-that cut like a knife

Voices-hear them singing:ooh, ooh



From sparks to the fire

From here to obsession they cover the end

Twisting a match and see the reflections of hunters of men

Give me your dreams and I"ll give you my time

Until we make it to the borderline



Voices-cracking the night

Voices-that cut like a knife

Voices-hear them singing:ooh, ooh