you’re holding me hostage
you can hold me anyway you want to
just give me one call out
I will call myself “free”
it’s a heavy survival
since my critic’s revival
I’ve got a parched lip and a foreign tongue
between the doorjamb of what I’m done with
and the cathedral I hope I’ve been building

chorus:
you say, “baby, this sounds like our song”
you’ve been stringing me along
I may be weak in the knees
but I am headstrong

like the lure of a word I’m not supposed to know
like the glare of this faulty show
you say it’s danger, you say “the hits are too close”
you know you’re hitting on me, those hits are worse
it’s a world full of bruises, a planet of pain
I’ve got a heart of hope and I’d choose that again

chorus

bridge:
and I’m looking for comic relief
you know I don’t find, no I don’t find
when I seek
flying full force into a clear brick wall
I’ve got a bird of prey to bless me when I fall
to bless me when I fall
to bless me when I fall

you’re holding me hostage
you can hold me any way you want to
just give me one call out
I will call myself “free”


©2004, Music and Lyrics by Layah Jane Singer-Wilson