Lyrics:

Is your number high on a concrete wall
With an intercom that cries
Is your family lost in scattering
Thirty stories high

I will be free
I'm meant to be
I will be free

Do you wait for luck in your letterbox
And the joy that it will bring
Do you wait for moments of charity
A letter from a King

I will be free
I'm meant to be
I will be free

In the end that's something worth fighting for
In the end that's something worth fighting for

And you pray for sun in a frozen wind
And you make your bed on the street
And you keep your spirit awake
And you mix your blood with the beat

I will be free
I'm meant to be
I will be free

In the end that's something worth fighting for
In the end that's something worth fighting for
In the end that's something worth fighting for
In the end that's something worth fighting for

And you pray for sun in a frozen wind
And you make your bed on the street
And you keep your spirit awake
And you mix your blood with the beat

I will be free
I'm meant to be
I will be free

In the end that's something worth fighting for
In the end that's something worth fighting for
In the end that's something worth fighting for
In the end that's something worth fighting for