| Sherwood - Free | |
| Something's wrong | |
| Wrapped up in mourning for far too long | |
| Sunken eyes tracing the pavement and crooked lines | |
| Paint us with crosses and sleepless night | |
| And hope to be free | |
| We just want to be free | |
| Hope to be free | |
| Who's gonna set us free? | |
| Overgrown | |
| All our mistakes are decieves we've sewn | |
| Is it time? I saw the stones rolling back their eyes | |
| Holding their breath until they see the light | |
| It ought to be free | |
| We just want to be free | |
| We just want to be free | |
| Who's gonna set us free? | |
| With our golden hair in silent sway | |
| We'll be home when brother finds his way | |
| With our golden hair in silent sway | |
| We'll be home when brother finds his way | |
| With our golden hair in silent sway | |
| We'll be home when brother finds his way | |
| With our golden hair in silent sway | |
| We'll be home when brother finds his way | |
| With our golden hair in silent sway | |
| We'll be home when brother finds his way |