At sunrise, open your eyes take a good look outside and wonder, "Is this right?" Because deep down inside there's something that's left
Is your grand design hand woven nor divine? As right as the rain smells when it hits the ground As safe as an infant feels in its mother's arms Sleeping peacefully sound
We're not alone softly she whispers As out of control as this world seems to be
And you close your eyes and finally realize as you ponder A battling storm in the sky
Is your grand design hand woven nor divine? As right as the rain smells when it hits the ground As safe as an infant feels in its mother's arms Sleeping peacefully sound
We're not alone softly she whispers As out of control as this world seems to be
It's impossible to blink away From this astonishing absolute beauty And I smile just as you say
Reveal what has grown through time The Overcast falls behind
We're not alone softly she whispers As out of control as this world seems to be