The night we broke out Neighborhood penitentiary We drove to the coast and Laughed for a century You sunk your feet In the empty beach And took off all your clothes Said: I'm never going home now Who's gonna tell me no
Freedom ain't it frightening Like swimming in the lightening Deadly but delighting Lips against the sky now So bold
You told me It always tastes good When I choose it for myself When there's fire in my woods It burns me and nobody else I know I fuck up But as long as I show up It'll always taste good
I woke up in the waves Listening to your laughter The Odyssey sixth chapter You were still naked Impressionist painting You came to me Said run away with me Drew lines on my cheeks With the mud from the ground Whispered Paradise ain't lost it's found (whatever)
Freedom ain't it frightening No one to make you do the right thing What's the right thing
