Started out with the idea

Of freedom as a word

I'd hate to be free

And I think you would too

As the object hates the verb

Old twisted lines

Drifting through the years

Like an echo to your fears

Leaving no shadows behind

If I found myself in heaven

Well I wouldn't know what to do

Saw a magpie getting run over by a car

Well bad luck is coming, but it's far

Old twisted lines

Drifting through the years

Like an echo to your fears

Leaving no shadows behind

Old twisted lines

Drifting through the years

Like an echo to your fears

Leaving no shadows behind

Old twisted lines

Drifting through the years

Like an echo to your fears

Leaving no shadows behind