Song | Given To Fly |
Artist | Pearl Jam |
Album | Wuhlheide, Berlin, DE |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
He could've tuned in, tuned in | |
But he tuned out | |
A bad time, nothing could save him | |
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out | |
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles | |
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree | |
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee | |
A 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 floor | |
Oh, power, oh | |
He's.. flying | |
Whole… | |
High.. wide, oh | |
He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share | |
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere | |
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed | |
By faceless men, well, fuckers | |
He still stands | |
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away | |
The love he receives is the love that is saved | |
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky | |
A human being that was given to fly | |
High.. flying | |
Oh, oh | |
High.. flying | |
Oh, oh | |
He’s…flying | |
Oh, oh |
He could' ve tuned in, tuned in | |
But he tuned out | |
A bad time, nothing could save him | |
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out | |
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles | |
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree | |
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee | |
A 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 floor | |
Oh, power, oh | |
He' s.. flying | |
Whole | |
High.. wide, oh | |
He floated back down ' cause he wanted to share | |
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere | |
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed | |
By faceless men, well, fuckers | |
He still stands | |
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away | |
The love he receives is the love that is saved | |
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky | |
A human being that was given to fly | |
High.. flying | |
Oh, oh | |
High.. flying | |
Oh, oh | |
He' s flying | |
Oh, oh |
He could' ve tuned in, tuned in | |
But he tuned out | |
A bad time, nothing could save him | |
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out | |
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles | |
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree | |
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee | |
A 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 floor | |
Oh, power, oh | |
He' s.. flying | |
Whole | |
High.. wide, oh | |
He floated back down ' cause he wanted to share | |
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere | |
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed | |
By faceless men, well, fuckers | |
He still stands | |
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away | |
The love he receives is the love that is saved | |
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky | |
A human being that was given to fly | |
High.. flying | |
Oh, oh | |
High.. flying | |
Oh, oh | |
He' s flying | |
Oh, oh |