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 pieces To scatter to the wind Hold the city to your ears You can hear the wind come in
But you can't change the world with a song 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 the 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, believe, 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 wired So I won't miss a think I rope my words out to dry And I've forgotten what to sing But you can't change the world With a song 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 the 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, believe, believe me
If that's what it was to you Then that's what it was to me If that's what it was to you Then that's what it was to me If that's what it was to you Then that's what it was to me
But you can't change the world With a song 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 the 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, believe, believe me Believe, believe, believe me
Compositores: Crispin Macmichael Sandys Hunt, Elena Jane Goulding, Robin Richard Blake ECAD: Obra #5074634 Fonograma #5787921