Listen, I can hear a voice, I need a hand, Just to beat the void. I need a mission, A dream to stop me talking to myself And the silence is broken, And my soul is to sell I need to up the peices To scatter to the wind Hold the city to your ears You can hear the wind in
But you 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 it's playing for you. I can't stop this voice unravelling round Me whatever I do. talking to you The world dances to the rhythm of it's own Heart beating for you, however you So speak to me - believe me.
Don't let it slip, through 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. rope my words out to dry And I've forgotted 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.