Lost Voices Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers

I don′t wanna know the person
I just wanna know their minds
And I don't want you to tell me
Something I might not find

There will be no death, bad conversions
No last minute diversions
There will be no death, bad conversions
No last minute diversions

Lost voices, live in museums
Lost voices, the visible ruins
Traveling through the universe
Somehow blessed and somehow cursed
Lost voices


Yes, I′ve known the disappeared
Under the sheets to Radio Luxemburg
And life is always a veil of tears
I've known too many of the disappeared

There must be a different road we can take
These words of pain that can kill and save
There must be a different road we can take
These words of pain that can kill and save

Lost voices, live in museums
Lost voices, the visible ruins
Traveling through the universe
Somehow blessed and somehow cursed
Lost voices

Lost voices, live in museums
Lost voices, the visible ruins
Traveling through the universe
Somehow blessed and somehow cursed
Lost voices