Voices — текст песни (Roxette)

I knew this would happen and I don`t want to be around
when it gets out.
I`ve closed the last picture and painted the windows
inside and out.

Give me your dreams and I`ll give you my time,
together we`ll cross the borderline.

Voices - cracking the night,
voices - that cut like a knife,
voices - hear them singing...

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 I`ll give you my time,
until we make it to the borderline.

Voices...