Freedom - Fleetwood Mac

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