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