The next voice you hear will be your conscience

As you lie awake and try so hard to sleep

And your unfaithful heart will have to listen

To those shabby little secrets you keep

You'll be tormented like you tormented me

And tears of shame will fall with every memory

Oh the next voice you hear will have to listen

And you'll wish that you had listened to me



Your conscience is making a record of everything you do and say

And when your conscience plays that record back to you

You won't like the things you hear it say

You'll be tormented...