You and I together, with nothing showing at all,
In a darkened cinema, I'll give you pleasure in the stalls.
Want to give you tenderness, and my affection too.
If it's through clenched teeth, that's what you driven me
to
I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; it's the living end.
Keep me away from her.
With your kittens. on the patchwork quilt,
Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built.
There's white magic, and bad rock'n'roll,
Your friend there says, he's the gatekeeper to my soul.
The velvet curtains
The Chinese bell
With friends like these; you're damned as well.
Keep me away from her.
Shake off your despondency, and your country girl act.
You are reading me poetry, that's Irish, and so black.
I know you're warm, the warmest person alive,
But are you warm, deep down inside?
I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; the world crumbles and then it ends.
Keep me away from her.
Baby, I'm lonely.
You're on the road with a bad crowd.Father do You hear me
'Cause I know I hear You
I waited for the answers
While sitting here in my room
I danced to the rythm
And moved by myself
No one could see through me
Or hear the words I felt
Chorus:
Little voice inside keeps calling
Little voice inside it cries
Little voice inside keeps calling
Little voice-oh won't you be my guide
I sometimes hear the echo
The pattern of my cry
I sometimes feel the pulling
From a sound that's deep inside
Quiet are the whispers
And silent are my eyes
No one hears but me
That little voice inside, you see...