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