ane brun
one last try
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 This just won't hold, 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 lose my head Over something that started with wonder  This just won't hold, hold, hold, 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, you and me, you and me... We'll be the same