Listen, I can hear a voice, I need a helping hand, to beat the void. I need a mission, A dream to stop me talking to myself And now the silence is broken, my soul is to sell I need to pick up the peices To scatter the 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
I can't stop this music travelling round with Me wherever I go, it's playing for you. can't stop this voice unravelling round 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 it slip, through your fingertips. When a ghost, Don't try to 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 I've forgotted what to sing But you can't change the world With a song and you can't make it When it's wrong
If that's what it was to you, Then that's what it was to me.