World



I pen this song down

through my window I see the world

in front of my house a streetlamp starts to mumble

what a special night



I hear a knockin' at my door

I notice a giggle form outside

but when I open there is nothing at all

what a special night



Sometimes I think the world is just a great delusion

I know there's nothing wrong if you would just believe in

So take the time and turn it back to the beginnin'

Open your eyes and you will see again



I see the silvermoon is speaking

and clouds are painting on the sky

it seems that mountains talk to rivers like they're friends

what a special night