Given To Fly
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 out of there ran for hundreds of miles.
Made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree.
The wind rose up set him down on his knee.
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw.
Deliver him wings, "Hey, look at me now!"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor.
Oh, now now, oh... He's flying whole. High. Wide. Oh...
Floated back down cause
he wanted to share this key to the locks,
on the chains, he saw everywhere.
But first he was stripped,
and then he was stabbed, by faceless men.
Well fuckers, he still stands.
And he still gets his love he just gives it away.
The love he receives is the love that is saved.
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky.
A human being that was given to fly.
He's flying whole. High. Why? Oh-he's flying.
Oh, he's whole. Oh...
