Listen, I can hear a 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 my soul is to sell
I need to pick up the peices
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
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 this voice unravelling round
me whatever I do. It ’s talking to you
The world dances to the rhythm of its own
heart beating for 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 miss a think.
I rope my words out to dry
and I ’ve forgotted what to 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,
then that ’s what it was to me.