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.