Voices Of The Dead To Be Buried Child sweet child This house is not a home anymore The life had been taken long before Run away run And find a place safe and secure Cause all that's left are voices Voices echoing down the halls Child sweet child This used to be a happy home There used to be life within its walls But the wondrous circle of dreams Spins no more within its halls Run away run Voices, Voices All that's left are voices Echoing, echoing Down the halls Child sweet child They say money makes the world go round But money made these walls come down No more bouts for perfection Only mirrors for reflection Child sweet child There is life beyond its walls Voices, Voices, Voices echoing down its halls Whistling through its walls Voices of the dead to be buried Run away child Run away Voices, Voices All that's left are voices Echoing, echoing Down the halls ©1998 Gus Choo Quan The author welcomes your comments. Back To Lyrics This page hosted by Geocities