Fr-ee d-ove
I see the shape, of y-our heart
Fr-ee d-ove
Sometimes I don’t kn-ow, where to st-art
~Chorus~
So I’ll drive down to Ge-orgia now
And think about my l-ife
‘Cause it seems that this c-age I got
Is keeping you ins-ide
Wh-ite w-ings
Please don’t paint ‘em bl-ack
And how can a crow sing like a dove
I look for what I l-ack
~Chorus~
And I see that the w-ings you wear
They fly higher than m-ine
But I could bust this c-age if you
If you’d teach me how to fl-y
I-I, I
I-I, I
Ooo-ooo
H-igh
