When the spirit soars
but the bottle clings
there's a message to be heard
but mingled words are such fragile things
so i am free to dance with whoever i choose
who said i wouldn't last a minute in my shoes
the big hands of freedom
mold everything
i feel the small chang falling into my hands
i hear the gutter press ring
sink the boats of straw lets dissapear here
here's a ticket to a place i've seen
you saw
they fear
so you are free to dance
you are who ever you choose
the secrects in the pace
it's only a trace
it says you lose
the big hands of freedom
mold everything
i feel the small chang falling into
the hands of the gutter press kin
