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
你 can hear the wind come in

But 你 change the world with a
sond and 你 can't make it right when it's
wrong

I can't stop this 音乐 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
心 beating for you, however 你 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 你 can't change the world
with a song and 你 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.