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 o o o o the look and the sound of the voice o o o o they try they try o o o o the shape and the power of the voice o o o o in strong low tones forceful and twisting again wasting the perfect remains i ve felt it once before slipping over me sweetly the voices decay draw on the lines that they say i d lost it once before now it cries to me 