| Song | Little Voice |
| Artist | Vixen |
| Album | Live & Learn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |