I can't know what to tell you
Though, there is a book to say
I can't know point outside to start from
Tell me, when did it go astray
I feel like
I got no hands to reach you
And there is a fire we can go
I can't see the light but we do the show
And do I start to admit I'll conquer it
And there is a fire we can go
I can't see the light but we do the show
And when do I start to admit I'll conquer it
I got no soul to slip the words
Until, until, until, undone
You, spit out like I'm off to a land of mischief
Do we run for cover after the rain it stings
And there is a fire we can go
I can't see the light but we do the show
And do I start to admit I'll conquer it
And there is a fire we can go
I can't see the light but we do the show
And when do I start to admit I'll conquer it
The Book was written by Delhia de France.