One Last Try

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