What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay?

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.