This Living Sphere

(ooh-ooh) We wake beneath a quiet ceiling

Dust floating in the morning sun

Counting seconds as they pass us by

Before the rush has yet begun

All the roads are winding onward

Into places we don't know

This world keeps spinning round

Through the silence and the sound

We build a shelter in the rain

And find our way

back home

again

This world, this world

Footsteps on the gravel path

Leaves that turn from green to rust

We hold on to the promises

That we placed inside the trust

Every river finds the ocean

Even when the journey's slow

This world keeps spinning round

Through the silence and the sound

We build a shelter in the rain

And find our way

back home

again This world,

this world (yeah)

When the ground begins to shake beneath our feet

And the horizon starts to fade away

We hold a candle in the cold wind

Until we meet the break of day

This world keeps spinning round

Through the silence and the sound

We build a shelter in the rain

And find our way

back home again

This world,

this world (this world,

this beautiful world)

This world...

Right where we

belong (ahhhh)