Ane Brun - 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.
When I try to grasp, it’s like sand or water through my hopeful fingers.
This just won’t hold - hold.
There’s something so half-full about us.
We get so little, but if we get it, 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 - hold - hold.
And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years,
Or the stream of water turns around the rivers,
You and me will still be the same,
You and me, you and me, you and me will be the same.
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