Freedom Park

	作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Broken bottles, broken glass
	$5 baggies on the ground
	And the evening sky rising high above
	This forgotten place we found
	Sirens wail back in the canyons
	We fled here to escape
	And I hold your hand and feel you shiver
	As the winter swirls around your face
	On this January Sunday
	We watch the airplanes fly away
	As they rise up from the airport
	Above the Meadowlands Highway
	See their reflections in the river
	Sliding by us cool and dark
	Like tiny silver fish
	They ride the current wish
	Away from Freedom Park
	CHORUS
	Someday someday
	We're gonna look down
	Upon this strip of cold concrete
	And remember, remember, remember the sound
	Of broken bottles beneath our feet
	As we crash through heaven's tollbooth
	In our fleeting getaway car
	And pick apart this town
	Until we're looking down into this Freedom Park
	We share a Milky Way in quiet
	As we walk out past the spot
	Where there used to be a swing set
	Where a little girl got shot
	I know you're thinkin about your brother, Richard, too
	I wish we could bring him back
	As the wind toots on a liquor bottle
	Inside a paper sack
	"Now put your gloves on girl," you hear me say
	My arm slippin around your waist
	"Its cold as hell" I hear me say
	As the dusk becomes this place
	Then we're listenin' to a fading jet
	Slip up into the dark
	And without a word we turn around
	And walk outta Freedom Park
	CHORUS

	zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Broken bottles, broken glass
	5 baggies on the ground
	And the evening sky rising high above
	This forgotten place we found
	Sirens wail back in the canyons
	We fled here to escape
	And I hold your hand and feel you shiver
	As the winter swirls around your face
	On this January Sunday
	We watch the airplanes fly away
	As they rise up from the airport
	Above the Meadowlands Highway
	See their reflections in the river
	Sliding by us cool and dark
	Like tiny silver fish
	They ride the current wish
	Away from Freedom Park
	CHORUS
	Someday someday
	We' re gonna look down
	Upon this strip of cold concrete
	And remember, remember, remember the sound
	Of broken bottles beneath our feet
	As we crash through heaven' s tollbooth
	In our fleeting getaway car
	And pick apart this town
	Until we' re looking down into this Freedom Park
	We share a Milky Way in quiet
	As we walk out past the spot
	Where there used to be a swing set
	Where a little girl got shot
	I know you' re thinkin about your brother, Richard, too
	I wish we could bring him back
	As the wind toots on a liquor bottle
	Inside a paper sack
	" Now put your gloves on girl," you hear me say
	My arm slippin around your waist
	" Its cold as hell" I hear me say
	As the dusk becomes this place
	Then we' re listenin' to a fading jet
	Slip up into the dark
	And without a word we turn around
	And walk outta Freedom Park
	CHORUS