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 pieces
to scatter to the wind
Hold the city to your ears
you can hear the wind come in
But you can't change the world with a
song 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.
I can't stop the 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 wired,
so I won't miss a think.
I rope my words out to dry
and I've forgotten 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.