Our freedom is a leaping thing
A cricket in long grass
Chasing one another around
If it's a god who punishes us
He'll have to get in line
And what now and then
If we are never caught
As you have caught and held me
Our freedom is a limping thing
Faith the first to falter
And hope that loudmouth
Gone but leaving the door ajar
And you just standing there
Invincible as love
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