To live your life you don’t have to ask permission
Because up there there’s no land to till
For the labourer Paradise is the earth
For those for whom love is a religion really and truly
But whoever loves me, please tell me now
For however pure and sweet the afterlife may be
For sinners like me and you
Life has flavour if we untie its knots
Life isn’t what you made of your life
Life isn’t what you’re leading
Life is what you give life to
Life is what you leave behind
It is my passion really and truly