Listen, I can hear voice, I need a helping hand, Just to beat the void. I need a mission, A dream to stop me talking to myself And now the silence is broken, And soul is to sell I need to pick up the peices To scatter to the wind the city to your ears You can hear the wind come in
But change the world with a Sond and you can't make it right when it's Wrong
I can't stop this music travelling round with Me wherever I go, it's playing for you. I can't stop voice unravelling round Me whatever I do. It's talking to you The world dances to the rhythm of it's 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 reason with it now I'm tired, I'm weird, So I won't miss a think. I rope my words out dry And I've forgotted what to sing But you can't change the world With a song and you can't make right When it's wrong
If that's what it was to you, Then that's what it was to me.