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.