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.