Tanita Tikaram

You can't call hell
A quiet town
But you walked so shell-shocked
Have you found a way to stand?
Your head is high
You have, oh, such curious hands
Did they mantion?
Special faces
And your young mind
And foreign places
And I wonder
Where you come from
I know they have no answers
But their bloodlines
Can you call?
This land a friend
You looked so hopeful
Have you found a way to send this soul
To, oh, such a curious end