Given To Fly

He could've tuned in, tuned inBut he tuned outA bad time, nothing could save himAlone in a corridor, waiting, locked outHe got up outta there, ran for hundreds of milesHe made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a treeThe wind rose up, set him down on his kneeA wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"Arms wide open with the sea as his floorOh, power, ohHe's.. flyingWholeHigh.. wide, ohHe floated back down 'cause he wanted to shareHis key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhereBut first he was stripped and then he was stabbedBy faceless men, well, fuckersHe still standsAnd he still gives his love, he just gives it awayThe love he receives is the love that is savedAnd sometimes is seen a strange spot in the skyA human being that was given to flyHigh.. flyingOh, ohHigh.. flyingOh, ohHe's flyingOh, oh