(Winwood/Capaldi) 
Well, you told me you were sorry, when 
I needed your advice 
And I was too confused to see the meaning 
Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice 
And before the fire died and they were leaving 
I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend 
To a richman, poorman, beggar man or thief 
From my heart 
I send a messenger to bend 
And take your mind from agony and grief 
Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens 
No one here has ever reached your centre 
Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought 
Or you may lose the meaning of your venture ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 
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