There is no word not spoken
There's no sentence left here to create
Don't expect the unexpected
Bloody handkerchiefs are all I've left instead

Turn the light on and

Give me some words I'd like to hear
Give me remains that disappeared
And I know that somewhere I come from
And somewhere I belong
And someday I will be somewhere

Light is the only thing that
Shows us the different colors of our skins
My room is alway dark, so
I can't see the color that my soul is livin'in

Turn the light on and

Give me some words I'd like to hear
Give me remains that disappeared
And I know that somewhere I come from
And somewhere I belong
And someday I will be somewhere