Given to Fly

He could've 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 outta there ran 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



A 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

Oh power oh



He's.. flying

Whole?

High.. wide, oh



He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share

His 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 gives 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



High.. flying

Oh, oh

High.. flying

Oh, oh

He's?flying

Oh, oh





Hay canciones que indescriptiblemente te elevan.

Porque?

porque hay tan poca gente que le guste la misma música que a mi?
Algun dia tendre una Les Paul para mi solito.
Nah
no es eso de lo que queria escribir quejarme.
Sino mas bien de la poca musica que me han pasado en el último tiempo.
Necesito weas nueavas.
Esop
Saludos!