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 myselfand now the silence is broken,and my soul is to sellI need to pick up the peicesto scatter to the windHold the city to your earsyou can hear the wind come in
But you change the world with asond and you can't make it right when it'swrong
I can't stop this music travelling round withme wherever I go, it's playing for you.I can't stop this voice unravelling roundme whatever I do. It's talking to youThe world dances to the rhythm of its ownheart beating for you, however you loseSo speak to me - believe me.
Don't let it slip, through your fingertips.When there's a ghost,don't try to reason with itBecause now I'm tired, I'm weird,so I won't miss a think.I rope my words out to dryand I've forgotted what to singBut you can't change the worldwith a song and you can't make it rightwhen it's wrong
If that's what it was to you,then that's what it was to me.