One Last Try (Addal Radio Edit)

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, hold, hold

And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years

You and me, we'll still be the same

You and me

We'll be the same

We'll be the same

We'll be the same