Paroles de Big Hands Of Freedom

When the spirit soars but the bottle clings there's a message to be heard but mingled words are such fragile things so i am free to dance with whoever i choose who said i wouldn't last a minute in my shoes the big hands of freedom mold everything i feel the small chang falling into my hands i hear the gutter press ring sink the boats of straw lets dissapear here here's a ticket to a place i've seen you saw they fear so you are free to dance you are who ever you choose the secrects in the pace it's only a trace it says you lose the big hands of freedom mold everything i feel the small chang falling into the hands of the gutter press kin