I was out in the cold of a North London street |
| A cog in the hurrying world |
| Above the walls and the gate police |
| I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl |
She was reachin' out of a window |
| From a space just a few inches wide |
| 'Till the hand of justice pulled her back inside |
One day, freedom will unlock your door |
| So hold on, believe on |
| Be who you were before |
| One day, freedom will unlock your door |
I know how hard it can be to wait |
| For proof you were right all along |
| Self-destruction is easy for you |
| We know what you're capable of |
But like a needle in a haystack |
| The truth gets so disguised |
| In a kingdom built on madness and on lies |
One day, freedom will unlock your door |
| So hold on, believe on |
| Be who you were before |
| In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright |
| So hold on, hold on |
| It's gonna be all right |
You're lookin' up at a mountain |
| Between you and the outside |
| But there isn't a mountain in this whole world |
| Hasn't been climbed |
One day, freedom will unlock your door |
| So hold on, believe on |
| Be who you were before |
| In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright |
| So hold on, hold on |
| It's gonna be all right |
One day, freedom |
| One day, freedom will unlock your door |