Next World
©2002 Tom Bolton
Was it the next world we were supposed to be friends in?
Was it another lifetime we had the chance to start over?
When each step is an act of faith - each breath is a gift of love
Each step is an act of faith - each breath is a gift of love
Was it the next world I let go of this strangeness?
Was it another lifetime I found home where my heart is?
When each night is an unmarked road - each dream is a silent room
Each night is an unmarked road - each dream is a silent room
So how come I found you in this one? Circle around, circling round
How come I found you in this one? Circle around, circling round
Was it the next world we were supposed to be friends in?
Was it another lifetime we had the chance to start over?
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