| [00:48.04] | I wish I had one last try |
| [00:52.65] | Hidden somewhere inside |
| [00:55.11] | But it's all been spend before |
| [01:03.88] | When I reach for it |
| [01:05.71] | I can sense it in my hand |
| [01:07.97] | And when I try to grasp it |
| [01:09.67] | It's like sand, or water |
| [01:15.63] | Through my hopeful fingers |
| [01:18.81] | This just won't hold, hold, hold, hold |
| [01:29.18] | |
| [01:30.98] | And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years |
| [01:39.01] | You and me, we'll still be the same |
| [01:46.03] | You and me |
| [01:50.90] | We'll be the same |
| [01:59.10] | We'll be the same |
| [02:23.04] | We'll be the same |