Wonder
We're surrounded by wonder
in a desert of stone flowers grow
Lost in this sky of silence
there's a planet that's bursting in songs
We are caught in this wonder
in a texture of millions of souls
I can't tell you what life is
but I know that I'm glad to be born
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
We are walking through wonder,
in a jungle of faces and lights
through an artwork of fine lines
every life is connected to ours
We're a concert of heartbeats
every pulse has a beauty of its own
Look a little more closer
can't you see just how lucky we are?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
And as our eyes grow old, our soul is tired
We lost sight of what it means
to be alive, to be alive
And as our eyes grow old
our soul is tired
we lost sight
of what it means to be alive
our eyes are old
our soul is tired
we lost sight
of what it means to be alive
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
in a desert of stone flowers grow
Lost in this sky of silence
there's a planet that's bursting in songs
We are caught in this wonder
in a texture of millions of souls
I can't tell you what life is
but I know that I'm glad to be born
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
We are walking through wonder,
in a jungle of faces and lights
through an artwork of fine lines
every life is connected to ours
We're a concert of heartbeats
every pulse has a beauty of its own
Look a little more closer
can't you see just how lucky we are?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
And as our eyes grow old, our soul is tired
We lost sight of what it means
to be alive, to be alive
And as our eyes grow old
our soul is tired
we lost sight
of what it means to be alive
our eyes are old
our soul is tired
we lost sight
of what it means to be alive
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
I can't see wonder in your eyes
Have we got used to being alive?
Credits
Writer(s): Chiara Dubey, Jan De With, Cristiano Nicolini
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