I can almost hear you sing on the other side of my voicenAnd I can almost hear you scream on the other side of my voicennI've got something to saynI talk but not a single word is broughtnTo the table to offer something new into this paradoxnAnd I've got just one shot to stop the painnTo pull the bullet from the gun and stop this heartachennI can almost hear you sing on the other side of my voicenAnd I can almost hear you scream on the other side of my voicennJust like an old cliche so close yet far awaynI want to clutch the smile but love the achenAnd I've got just one shot to start againnTo stop the ranting and the rage and hear above itnnI can almost hear you sing on the other side of my voicenAnd I can almost hear you scream on the other side of my voicennOn the other side of my voicenOn the other side of my voicennI want to say what I mean and not just repeatnThe same things over and over againnI really want to try and hear