Believe Me

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.