The Cobra's Gyrations - Voices

Beauty built on top of bones
Ironworks and cobblestones
Southern Secrets, Southern Hospitality

Spanish moss dangling down
Fingers reaching for the crown
Ghosts of Pirates, Ghosts of Soldiers call to me

Do you hear the voices?
Or are they only in my head?
They walk with me along these streets
They follow me to bed

Do you hear the voices?
They give me no reprieve
They beg me to stay
They warn me to leave

Do you hear the voices?
(Voices, voices, voices)

Navigating favorite haunts
Tourists, Pilgrims, Vagabonds
Spirits stirring in our hands and the shadows

22 solemn squares
A city saved from disrepair
The voices find new footsteps to follow

Do you hear the voices?
I can hear the voices.

These voices send mixed signals
Some seem to threaten me
Some seem to welcome visitors
And enjoy the company

Do you hear the voices?
Or are they only in my head?
They walk with me along these streets
They follow me to bed

Do you hear the voices?
They give me no reprieve
They beg me to stay
They warn me to leave

Do you hear the voices?
(Voices, voices, voices)

Do you hear the voices?
(Voices, voices, voices)

I hear the voices
(Voices, voices, voices)

And they're calling me back again.

They're calling me

Written by:
Kerry Ward

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