i was born and raised as an eastern girl in a western world i was told to choose to choose to be what i chose to be speaking impartially there doesn t seem to be a place for me but when i look inside i find a place to run to hide i was born to love a distant land and a rising sun i was born to love this green and pleasant land which way should i turn cos i seem to fall towards burning but when i look inside i find the place to cry to fly to die you and i born as fools now you and i think think we rule now now i see the world as an ancient place as a smiling face i can choose to be what i want to be if i choose to be speaking impartially if the smile grows cold without me i know a secret place to cry to fly to die to try you know i m burning in a flame now you know now i see the world as an ancient place as a smiling face now i see the world as a place where i can run to hide to which way should i turn cos i seem to fall towards burning but when i look inside i find the place to try to hide to fly  you and i born as fools now you and i think think we rule now you and i born as fools now you and i think think we rule now i will burn i am falling i feel the world burning rain2