keep on fighting to remember you.
Where's the freedom that called you?
Was it fear rattling its keys?
What song did the pied piper sing?
Or was it just the wind rustling the leaves?
"Losing yourself won't make you free,
Losing yourself won't make you free."
I wish that you'd come back to me.
Now the ache in my heart is like a star on a map,
I keep on moving because others have to live.
Did you pour down the highways, never looking back?
A cold accelerator, better to forget than to forgive.
You said, "Losing yourself won't make you free,"
"Losing yourself won't make you free."
I wish that you'd come back to me.
