If you’ve heard it all before
Don’t tell me anymore
I’ll tell you what I see
It’s a little piece of me
I can’t and I don’t
I don’t know where to go
Well I try, to define
What I’m capable of
Found it in the deep of the night
Where you won’t know where you don’t go
Drawn in by the heat of the light
Where you won’t know where you don’t go
Found myself as I stepped out of sight
Well I well I
As I started to write
As I started to write
If I never had the time
If I never found my mind
Would you tell me to be free
While I’m running through this dream
I can’t and I don’t
I don’t know where to go
Well I try, to define
What I’m capable of
Found it in the deep of the night
Where you won’t know where you don’t go
Drawn in by the heat of the light
Where you won’t know where you don’t go
Found myself as I stepped out of sight
Well I well I
As I started to write
As I started to write
In the deep of the night
By heat of the light
If you heard it all before
Don’t tell me anymore
I’ll tell you what I see
It’s a little piece of me
If I never had the time
If I found from my mind
Would you tell me to be free
While I’m running through this dream
Well I am running through this dream
If I never had the time
If I never found my mind
Would you tell me to be free
While I’m running through this dream
(Written by David Poole and Dominic Peters)