Fleetwood Mac - Freedom

Written by Stevie Nicks and Mike Campbell.
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
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