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, 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