I wish I had one last try
Hidden somewhere inside
But it´s all been spent 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
This just won´t hold

There´s something so half-full about us
we get so little but what we get it tastes so much
we´re always longing for more
Is this the end of the thread?
the thread that led me to loose my head
Over something that started with wonder

This just won´t hold

And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years
Or the stream of water turns around in the rivers

You and me, we´ll still be the same…
You and me, we´ll be the same