Fumblin’ for a sign, searchin’ for ways to find

Answers that slip from me, visibility

Wish that I could see

Somewhere inside my head, something that someone said

Whispers of mystery – my intuition speaks to me

I listen carefully

I hear a little voice

I hear a little voice

Huntin’ for evidence, matter of self defense

Lookin’ for clues and then it all becomes clear

I just need to hear

Asking your whereabouts, figuring it all out

Why am I wondering – why do I question myself?

Because there’s no one else (there’s someone else)

I hear a little voice

Callin’ to me, callin’ out

Cryin’ out my name

Tells me everything

I refuse to see

Love may be blind but

it hears so clearly

I hear a little voice

It always sounds the same

Callin’ to me, callin’ out

Cryin’ out my name