I wish I had one last try
Hidden somewhere inside
But it's all been spend before
When I reach for it I can sense it in my hand
And when I try to grasp it
It's like sand, or water
Through my hopeful fingers
This just won't hold...
hold...
hold...
And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years
You and me,
we'll still be the same
You and me,
We'll be the same
We'll be the same
We'll be the same
We'll be the same