A LITTLE VOICE
written by Tamara Williamson.

A little voice, down the wire.
Just begging to be let out of here.
Collect some food just incase,
This belly aching
wont get me out of this place.

Silent night,
Holy shit this is driving me wild.

And she lies down and she rolls over,
And sheıs the one who wont give up
until itıs over.

This hotel room with frozen walls,
You hung my pictures
Yes you hung them all.
Iım better now. Iıd like to go
To a younger place that Iım not alone.
A stitch in time, holding her for 1999.
And she lies down and she rolls over
and sheıs the one
who wont give up till itıs over.

Itıs time for lunch
Iıll sit you down and take you back to
when you were young,
Itıs one more day that youıve lived through,

One more day to remember what we did to you...
And she lies down and she rolls over
and sheıs the one who wont give up till itıs over.