He could have 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 out of 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

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, oh oh...



He's flying! Woah!

Whole! Woah! Oh...



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... He still stands.

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away

the love he recieves is the love that is saved

And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky

a human being that was given to fly



Flying! Woah...

Whole! Flying! Woah...

Flying Woah...

Oh Woah