Listen, I can hear the voice,
I need a helping hand, just to be the void.
I need a mission, a dream to stop me talking to myself,
And now the silence is broken, now my soul hears to sell,
I need to pick up the pieces, to scatter to the wind,
Hold the city to your ears; you can hear the waves come in,
You can't change the world with a song,
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 randomly, whatever I do, it's talking to you.
The world dances to the rhythm of its own heart, beating for you, however you move,
So speak to me,
Believe, believe, believe me.

Don't let it slip through your finger tips,
When there's a ghost, don't try to reason with it,
'cause now I'm tired, I'm wired, so I won't miss a thing,
I wrote my words up to dry, and I've forgotten what to sing.

But you can't change the world with a song,
You can't make it right when it's wrong.
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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 randomly, whatever I do, it's talking to you.
The world dances to the rhythm of its own heart, beating for you, however you move,
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,
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 randomly, whatever I do, it's talking to you.
The world dances to the rhythm of its own heart, beating for you, however you move,
So speak to me,
Believe, believe, believe me.
Believe, believe, believe me.

Songwriter(s): Crispin Hunt
Copyright: Blue Sky Music Limited
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