Lonely days, lonelier nights. What do you know, about causing a fight? Fighting a cause. Where do you stand? I stand for freedom baby, now give me your hands.
I can cut you out of this, I can cut you, I can cut you, I can cut you free from this, now give me your hands.
Now give me your hands! Now give me your hands!
Do you believe, in miracles? How do they happen? What does it mean? I know I loved you, but the heat got too much, we were living in fire baby, until it rained from above.
I escape, no serious harm, just a flesh wound, I rise above. To escape, it was my fantasy, all of a sudden I am set free.
Could it be, I was blessed. First I was tortured, I had to undress. Lying naked, feeling raw. I had to visualize, being free once more.