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.
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