Shoulders of Giants - Ira Losco

Standing on the shoulders of giants

I need to believe that I’m here for a reason

I can see so much further

And I breathe the clearer air inhaling what’s left of it.

It’s funny now I search without caution

In a solitary space, no colours, only a lonely sound.

Now here I am only a soldier

You know I fear the beating of my drum is louder than anyone’s

I’m bleeding just to be somebody

I’m tearing up inside

I’m hiding all uncertainties

I’ll be at the front line

Ooh when the growing pains are gone

Ooh when you have to please no one

Ooh are we playing with our guns now?

Ooh I can hear rebellion

People settle down

You people learn to be someone

People settle down

You people learn to be someone

Ooh when the growing pains are gone

Ooh when you have to please no one

Ooh are we playing with our guns now?

Ooh I can hear rebellion

People settle down

You people learn to be someone

People settle down

You people learn to be someone