Is this life mine, am I fleeing from myself,
Identityless, uprooted or planted,
Not fitting in, floating in outer space, request a place that’s truly mine
Flowers in the garden, turn on a machine
Will you agree to be impressed by the little that there is, to open yourself up to the beauty
The price of entry to love is high
Are you sure you’re ready?
Yes, I’m ready.
Oh, I am here, oh I am flying, opened up
Oh, I am here, oh I am flying, opened up
Am I allowed to believe in myself, am I allowed to be me
Without effort, without adding anything else
Am I allowed to be beautiful, am I allowed to make a mistake, allowed to see
Are they’re looking out for me, am I protected
Will you agree to fall down and get up, to open yourself up to the journey
The price of entry to love is high
Are you sure you’re ready?
Yes, I’m ready.
I am here, I am flying, I am opened up
Oh, I am here, oh I am flying, opened up
Love, love, love...