Song | One Last Try |
Artist | Ane Brun |
Album | It All Starts With One |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:08.01] | I wish I had one last try |
[00:12.58] | Hidden somewhere inside |
[00:15.35] | But it’s all been spend before |
[00:21.70] | |
[00:23.28] | When I reach for it I can sense it in my hand |
[00:27.02] | And when I try to grasp it |
[00:29.53] | It’s like sand, or water |
[00:34.34] | Through my hopeful fingers |
[00:37.49] | This just won’t hold, hold |
[00:42.90] | This just won’t hold, hold |
[00:47.31] | |
[00:50.02] | There’s something so half-full about us |
[00:53.72] | We get so little but what we get it tastes so much |
[01:00.10] | We’re always longing for more |
[01:03.97] | |
[01:05.38] | Is this the end of the thread? |
[01:09.53] | The thread that led me to lose my head |
[01:13.95] | Over something that started with wonder |
[01:19.32] | This just won’t hold, hold, hold, hold |
[01:36.84] | |
[01:38.61] | And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years |
[01:46.85] | Or the stream of water turns around in the rivers |
[01:54.27] | You and me, we’ll still be the same |
[02:03.08] | You and me, you and me, you and me... |
[02:15.54] | We’ll be the same |
[02:26.75] |
[00:08.01] | I wish I had one last try |
[00:12.58] | Hidden somewhere inside |
[00:15.35] | But it' s all been spend before |
[00:21.70] | |
[00:23.28] | When I reach for it I can sense it in my hand |
[00:27.02] | And when I try to grasp it |
[00:29.53] | It' s like sand, or water |
[00:34.34] | Through my hopeful fingers |
[00:37.49] | This just won' t hold, hold |
[00:42.90] | This just won' t hold, hold |
[00:47.31] | |
[00:50.02] | There' s something so halffull about us |
[00:53.72] | We get so little but what we get it tastes so much |
[01:00.10] | We' re always longing for more |
[01:03.97] | |
[01:05.38] | Is this the end of the thread? |
[01:09.53] | The thread that led me to lose my head |
[01:13.95] | Over something that started with wonder |
[01:19.32] | This just won' t hold, hold, hold, hold |
[01:36.84] | |
[01:38.61] | And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years |
[01:46.85] | Or the stream of water turns around in the rivers |
[01:54.27] | You and me, we' ll still be the same |
[02:03.08] | You and me, you and me, you and me... |
[02:15.54] | We' ll be the same |
[02:26.75] |
[00:08.01] | I wish I had one last try |
[00:12.58] | Hidden somewhere inside |
[00:15.35] | But it' s all been spend before |
[00:21.70] | |
[00:23.28] | When I reach for it I can sense it in my hand |
[00:27.02] | And when I try to grasp it |
[00:29.53] | It' s like sand, or water |
[00:34.34] | Through my hopeful fingers |
[00:37.49] | This just won' t hold, hold |
[00:42.90] | This just won' t hold, hold |
[00:47.31] | |
[00:50.02] | There' s something so halffull about us |
[00:53.72] | We get so little but what we get it tastes so much |
[01:00.10] | We' re always longing for more |
[01:03.97] | |
[01:05.38] | Is this the end of the thread? |
[01:09.53] | The thread that led me to lose my head |
[01:13.95] | Over something that started with wonder |
[01:19.32] | This just won' t hold, hold, hold, hold |
[01:36.84] | |
[01:38.61] | And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years |
[01:46.85] | Or the stream of water turns around in the rivers |
[01:54.27] | You and me, we' ll still be the same |
[02:03.08] | You and me, you and me, you and me... |
[02:15.54] | We' ll be the same |
[02:26.75] |