End On A High Note

The world is open, the world is alive
It's technicolor and the sun is slowly rising
The morning sun can almost set the hills on fire
And all along the coastline you can hear the seagulls cry

Is it me that paints a picture, is it me that directs the day?
Am I one amongst the millions that see the world this way?
Is it part of the illusion, all the overwhelming scenes?
Is it love that found its way in here to lift my beating heart away?

I can see the beauty in a thousand different faces
I can hear the small talk in the far and distant markеt places
Everybody is special, it's thе highlight of their story
New life is in the meeting of the glowing morning glory

Is it me that paints a picture, is it me that directs the day?
Am I one amongst the millions that will see the world this way?
Is it part of the illusion, all the overwhelming scenes?
Is it love that found its way in here to lift my beating heart away?

The world is even, yes the world is all right
We all just float about like sleepy satellites
Watching the cycles, see the seasons change
From thunderous rivers to the sunny lanes

The world is grooving to a brand new beat
The ground is swaying below our feet
All we ask for is a bit of happiness
And a smile upon our children's faces

I can see the beauty in a thousand different faces
I can hear the small talk in the far and distant market places
Everybody is special, it's the highlight of their story
New life is in the meeting of the glowing morning glory

Is it me that paints a picture, is it me that directs the day?
Am I one amongst the millions that will see the world this way?
Is it part of the illusion, all the overwhelming scenes?
Is it love that found its way in here to lift my beating heart away?