Lyrics: Rickolas Jameson/Fabio Friedli
Music: Rickolas Jameson/Fabio Friedli
Hearing the quiet
Pulling me closer
Drawing me into
Something maturer
Healing the giddiness
Calming the lacking mess
Forming the child into
something maturer
I could be silent on my own
I could be in a crowd unknown
Searching for some sight of my home
I will not stop
I will not let go
I could be sitting making no noise
Telling myself that I'm making the choice
Of turning my head from alluring toys
Sooner or later I will hear your voice
Sooner or later I will hear your voice
Yeah
Sooner or later I will hear your voice
Voice
Tending to wounds and
Bathing in water
Turning the rush into
More of a saunter
Creating a readiness
Calming the anxiousness
Forming the child into
Something maturer
I could be silent on my own
I could be in a crowd unknown
Searching for some sight of my home
I will not stop
I will not let go
I could be sitting making no noise
Telling myself that I'm making the choice
Of turning my head from alluring toys
Sooner or later I will hear your voice
Yeah
Sooner or later I will hear your voice
Yeah
Sooner or later I will hear your voice
Yeah
Sooner or later I will hear your voice
Voice
Voice
Voice