White tiger be my guide Don't you see me when I walk round' Everyday I feel like Ima fall down, down I let it out, I let it out Don't you see me on the runway Beautiful raindrops cover my insect blood on hands It's all done, all torn apart I wanna be beautiful like Joan of Arc But my god is your god and your god is our god But the fabric on my body means nothing when I see you in my eyes Every single thing that existed goes straight to your eye Every single thing that existed goes straight to your eye Seasons see Thank you, thank you, thank you