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