6 acessos
And as she weaves her way, through city streets,
The dawn arrives.
In concrete glades of metal grass,
Steel cords are woven tight.
But she is free, f ...r...double e,
She was tall, she was high,
Lord she almost touched the sky,
Today, I said today,
She was tall, she was high,
Lord she almost made me cry,
Today, she spends her time.
Beside grey lakes of lead shes harnessed to
A kneeling form,
Before the storm subsides, shes flown
And leaves the body torn.
But she is free, f ...r...double e,
She was tall, she was high