From my hands to my eyes
Sand to the sky
Lean back and I close my eyes
Everything I do is almost right
When I play the White Child
Some days when I don't feel right
Some days when my coat don't fit right
That's when I get degradation
In Bath I had separation
Everyone was stoned white
If it's not enough
If everything did agree
If my mother could stand up
I think she would agree
Now where can I hide
Nowhere feels right
Lean back and I close my eyes
Saw the film and I cried all night
When you played the White Child
Your face, I can see at night
Lipstick and your hair just right
If you put me in the situation
I'm scared to make the wrong decision
Everything is stoned white
Cause if it's not enough
And everything did agree
If my mother could stand up
I think she would agree