voices

I knew this would happen and I dont want to be around
when it gets out.
Ive closed the last picture and painted the windows
inside and out.
Give me your dreams and Ill give you my time,
together well cross the borderline.
Voices -
cracking the night,
voices -
that cut like a knife,
voices -

hear them singing...
wo~~~~
wo~~~~
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 Ill 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...
wo~~~~
wo~~~~

Give me your dreams and Ill give you my time,
together well cross the borderline.
Voices -
cracking the night,
voices -
that cut like a knife,
voices -
hear them singing...
wo~~~~
hear them singing...
wo~~~~
hear them singing...
wo~~~ ~
hear them singing...
wo~~~~
hear them singing...