Voices, voices, they rummage in my head. They are all such wonderful people. I feel insecure because I can't keep them straight.
Voices, voices, they tell of their pain, they tell of their love, they tell of their children and families.
Voices, voices, they speak of such wonders, they speak of such pleasures and pain. I wish I could keep them straight.
Voices, voices, they were once so few. I knew them all so well.
Voices all around. I can't keep up.
Every thread. The voices keep growing.
Instinctively I search for my quiet corner near the the bar.
Michael |
