Freedom, often takes you to see
What you don't want to see

And freedom, often shows you the book
Where you don't wanna to look
Hmmmmmmm

Freedom, often tells you to go
Where you don't wanna know

In some broken doorway you will find
A parallel world, with a parallel mind

And freedom, wanders in like a cat
And sits down in your lap

On some primal evening, you will search
For the girl, with the rose in her hair, at the back of the church

Freedom, often throws you the rope
When you're all out of hope
Hmmmmmmm

And Freedom, never lets you forget
That you're not free yet