Listen, I can hear a voice, I need a helping hand, Just to beat the void. I need a A to stop me talking to myself And now the silence is broken, And my soul is to sell I need to pick up the peices To scatter to wind Hold the city to your ears You can hear the wind come in
But you change the world with a Sond and you can't make it right when it's
can't stop this music travelling round with Me wherever I go, it's playing for you. I can't stop this voice unravelling round Me whatever I do. It's talking to you The dances to the rhythm of it's own Heart beating you, however you lose So speak to me - believe me.
Don't let it slip, through your fingertips. When there's a ghost, Don't try to with it Because now I'm tired, I'm weird, So I won't miss a think. I rope my words out to dry And I've what to sing But you can't change the world With a song and you can't make it right When it's wrong
that's what it was to you, Then that's what it was to me.