I’ve got something to say, but I don’t want to shout
Every moment I wait I’m more afraid to let it out
You’ve got nothing to say, I’ve got nothing to show
Makes a little date, late, fate, so it goes

The freedom that I want to have is written in a book, oh

Locked away in the clouds, let a whimper rain down
If they notice below it’s only soaking in the ground
Keeping figures in mind, writing faster than time
If you set it straight you finely break the quoted gate

The freedom that I want to have is written in a book
Freedom that I want to have is eaten in a booth, oh

Oh, to do it well
Oh, to do it well
Let’s keep dancing along

Poster framed in the hall, an idol of the stare
Likely to recall wall to wall what happens there
A vision to proclaim, one line of the page
If we’re reached by another age, there is no game

Freedom that I want to have is written in a book
The freedom that I want to have is sitting to a tune, oh