FREEDOM
© Stevie Nicks & 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, 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