The Voice Of The Black Cloud

Try to look back on things long forgotten
It felt like an attic, it felt like the thunder
If only they knew, if only they'd listen
To stay away from the compound confusion

Surround me with your voice
Give me a reason, give me a choice
Listen to my plea, hear my voice
Surround me with your voice

I was a drifter in the city of Union
I kept a close watch on the people of discretion
If only they knew, if only they’d listen
To stay away from the compound confusion

Surround me with your voice
Give me a reason, give me a choice
Listen to my plea, hear my voice
Give me a reason, give me a choice
Surround me with your voice