Given to Fly

He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out a bad time nothing could save him.


Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out he got up of there, run for hundreds of miles


He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree


The wind rose up, set him down on his knee. Wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw


Delivered him wings, "hey look at me now..."
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor.


Floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
his key to the locks of the chains he saw everywere



But firs he was stripped, and the he was stabbed
by faceless men


Well...fuckers, he still STANDS


And he still gives his love, he just give it away
the love he recieves is the love that is saved




And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
a HUMAN BEING THAT WAS GIVEN TO FLY