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