I pen this song down   through my window I see the world   in front of my house a streetlamp starts to mumble   what a special night      I hear a knockin' at my door   I notice a giggle form outside   but when I open there is nothing at all   what a special night      Sometimes I think the world is just a great delusion   I know there's nothing wrong if you would just believe in   So take the time and turn it back to the beginnin'   Open your eyes and you will see again      I see the silvermoon is speaking   and clouds are painting on the sky   it seems that mountains talk to rivers like they're friends   what a special night