.
When the world is rising,
Rising from its sleep,
What dreams do we keep.
Why should I be waking,
Waking in this place,
How do I wear this face...
Though I know, one plus one,
The earth from sea,
The moon from sun,
Still I, don't know very much about you.
I guess this life I'm leading could be anyone's,
It could be yours, as much as mine,
And if I could just get past believing in anything,
That could lead anywhere...
As the world is spinning,
Spinning on her own,
Where will I find home...
I can tell, up from down,
Here from gone, lost from found,
Still I, don't know very much about you.
I guess this life I'm leading could be anyone's,
It could be yours, as much as mine,
And if I could just get past believing in anything,
That could lead anywhere...
When the world has fallen,
Fallen back to sleep,
What dreams do we keep...
Will we lie, you and I,
While ghosts invade, a winter sky,
And I, won't know any more about you.
I guess this life I'm leading could be anyone's,
It could be yours, as much as mine,
And if I could just get past believing in anything,
That could lead anywhere...
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays electric guitars
Copyright 1997-2018 Ron Renaud
When the world is rising,
Rising from its sleep,
What dreams do we keep.
Why should I be waking,
Waking in this place,
How do I wear this face...
Though I know, one plus one,
The earth from sea,
The moon from sun,
Still I, don't know very much about you.
I guess this life I'm leading could be anyone's,
It could be yours, as much as mine,
And if I could just get past believing in anything,
That could lead anywhere...
As the world is spinning,
Spinning on her own,
Where will I find home...
I can tell, up from down,
Here from gone, lost from found,
Still I, don't know very much about you.
I guess this life I'm leading could be anyone's,
It could be yours, as much as mine,
And if I could just get past believing in anything,
That could lead anywhere...
When the world has fallen,
Fallen back to sleep,
What dreams do we keep...
Will we lie, you and I,
While ghosts invade, a winter sky,
And I, won't know any more about you.
I guess this life I'm leading could be anyone's,
It could be yours, as much as mine,
And if I could just get past believing in anything,
That could lead anywhere...
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays electric guitars
Copyright 1997-2018 Ron Renaud