Behind the rattle and rumble of diesel fumes
Beneath the concrete auto-roaded tombs
Every thing is saying something
There's a rhythm in the silence between the words I speak
The gravel makes small thunder 'neath your feet
Every thing screaming something
Then you're waking from a dream in the middle of the night
Hearing whispers in the darkness and you bolt upright
Cause you think you hear a message and you're not really sure if it's true
Your secret Voice is coming through
Behind the streetlight smiles the silent moon
Behind the sirens swallows cry at noon
Everything is singing something, can you hear the tune?
Then you're waking from a dream in the middle of the night
Hearing whispers in the darkness and you bolt upright
Cause you think you hear a message and you're not really sure if it's true
Your secret Voice is coming through…