Besedila: Giulia Ottonello. Other. Permission.

I was waiting for the man with the thing
to show me how to better do it and
I was waiting for the other shoe to drop,
or at least for one that fits.
I was waiting for love and forgiveness
when there was nothing left to forgive.
I was running out of dreams,
running out of bliss.

Now I give myself, I give myself, I give myself, I give myself

It was a tinny little locked up space in there,
somewhere in the darkness between the anger and fear.
I was waiting for the wonder, the one
like waiting for the sun, the sun

for a stubborn, dark and merciless god to come, come, cooooooome

Now I give myself, I give myself, I give myself, I give myself...
Now I give myself, I give myself, I give myself, I give myself.....

Peeeeeeeeeeermission, Permission to lift, permission to fly
Peeeeeeeeeeermission, Permission to lift, permission to fly

I can look true the eye and my love as the sky and
I can be the one shinning brightly as the sun
Once I give myself, (I give to myself?), I give myself, (I give to myself?), I give myself, I give myself

I give myself, I give myself, I give myself, I give myself,
Now I give myself, I give myself, I give myself, I give myself.