A Place Like Home

He doesn't need fires, he's got his colours Noticed on and on, and on, and on Turning heads to see the colours It goes on and on, and on, and on Stranger says he'll regret his armor They don't get what it's like To be no one, no one, no one, no one We don't wanna be hiding We don't wanna be fighting We don't wanna be running from the sun We don't wanna keep trying We can't stand the denying We don't wanna be running from the sun Skin of ebony, publicity She carries on and on, and on, and on Small town words are filled with bias And they'll go on and on, and on, and on A stranger says poor girl with that armour They don't get that it's her choice To have a veil in golden, golden gold We don't wanna be hiding We don't wanna be fighting We don't wanna be running from the sun We don't wanna keep trying We can't stand the denying We don't wanna be running from the sun ' Cause we would die to have a place like home Yes, we would die to have a place like home Stranger says we don't want our armours But they don't get, we can choose ' Cause we're like one, like one, like one, like one We don't wanna be running She don't wanna be fighting We don't wanna be running from the sun He don't wanna keep trying She don't wanna deny it We don't wanna be running from the sun ' Cause we would die to have a place like home And we just wanna be And we just wanna be From the sun ' Cause we would die to have a place like home