One With Everything
Hold on tightly to your innocence
And don't you let go
Until you know it's gonna be your way
Through the tangle and the bramble
There's a thread that runs through
And it's true
There's no need to be afraid
Smiling ear to ear
It's something in the atmosphere
Every star above reflecting in your sea of love
Is it just a dream
Or are things as they really seem
Somebody help me make the call
You could be the light
That shines so bright
You show the way to go
And if it's so
Don't be too surprised
Just give yourself a chance
And take a glance
Around to see the glow
Burning in my eyes
Smiling ear to ear
It's something in the atmosphere
Every star above reflecting in your sea of love
This is not a dream
It's just the way it's always been
You've got to rise above it all
Somewhere down the road that we follow
We'll be one with everything
I know as soon as tomorrow
We could be arriving
Somewhere down the road that we follow
We'll be one with everything
I know as soon as tomorrow
We could be arriving
And in my dreams I'm there by your side
Learning to fly again
The world we see (World we see and hear)
Is a mystery (Mystery but we)
But we hold the key (Hold the key to the door)
If we have the faith to live (Have the faith anymore)
And believe
Somewhere down the road that we follow
We'll be one with everything
I know as soon as tomorrow
We could be arriving
And in my dreams I'm there by your side
Learning to fly again
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