歌曲名 Voices Inside

歌手名 Latin Quarter

作词：Michael Jones/Steve Skaith

作曲：Michael Jones/Steve Skaith

You leave your dressing gown cord

Draped 'round curved table legs

And the last of your coffee

Is sweet with the dregs

You collect up the paper

And you take it to bed

Say 'good-night' to the voices inside

There's a crack in the sub-frame

It lets in the exhaust

There's a groove in the paint-work

Where the window was forced

A face framed in mock-leather

Leaves you cold with remorse

As you drive with the voices inside

And sometimes the voices speak sharp

But most times the voices are low

And once on a Sunday they whispered

That they knew that you hoped they would go

Your TV repairman

Told you 'matter's inert'

There's a rose-coloured stain

On a pale-pink silk shirt

You could be digging with Django

But your digging the dirt

One more time for the voices inside

And sometimes the voices cry out

And they keep you alone and awake

Oh but once once on a Valentines Day

You know they told your heart not to break

There's a face on a bill-board

Telling you to 'believe'

But he's wearing his heart

On another man's sleeve

And you 'get up and go'

It just got up to leave

But there's always the voices inside

And you 'get up and go'

It just got up to leave

But there's always the voices inside

Always the voices inside