Like a bird on a wire
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I've tried, in my own way, to be free
like a worm on a hook
like a knight in some old-fashioned book
I've kept all these trophies for you.

If I've been rude
I hope you can let it slide
if I haven't been sincere
I hope you know
it was never against you.

Like a stillborn child
like a beast with a horn
I've torn apart anyone who tried to reach me
but I swear on this song
and on everything I've done wrong
that I will put everything back to You.

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
he said to me – You shouldn’t ask for so much –
and a lovely woman leaning from her dark door
shouted to me – Why not ask for more? –
Like a bird on a wire
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I've tried, in my own way, to be free.