Listen, I can hear a voice, I need a hand, Just to beat the void. I need a mission, 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 To scatter to the wind Hold the city to your ears You can hear the wind come in
But you change the world with a 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 you. I can't stop this voice round Me whatever I do. It's talking to you The world dances to the rhythm of it's own Heart beating for you, however you lose So speak to me - believe me.
Don't let it slip, your fingertips. When there's a ghost, Don't try reason 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 forgotted what sing But you can't change the world With a song and you can't make it right When it's wrong
If that's what it was to you, that's what it was to me.