Fleetwood Mac - Freedom

Dim and wavering On a wind-blown night Whose honour, whose anger Cold and quivering As was the wind-blown night Into which she'd fallen, fallen Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting Freedom is standing next to you My intentions were clear I was with him Everyone knew Poor little fool Beautiful as you are With that high spirit Morning star of evil hit me Cut me like a knife Cool and collected She became that with time Totally rejected Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting Freedom is standing next to you Well my intentions were clear I was with him Everyone knew Poor little fool It's all in the eyes It's all in the way that you look It's all in the way That you say very little It's all in the way that you talk Look at me with daggers It won't do you any good All the looks that you've used on me Don't work now that you've fallen, fallen, fallen Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting Freedom is standing next to you My intentions were clear I was with him Everyone knew Poor little fool Look at me with daggers It won't do you any good All the looks that you've used on me Don't work now that you've fallen All the looks that you've used on me Don't work now that you've fallen Freedom Freedom Everyone knew Poor little fool Poor little fool Poor little fool Freedom Come with me Poor little fool Freedom