Ellie Goulding

Listen,
I can hear a voice,
I need a helping hand,
just to beat the vоid.
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