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.