once in our lives
we thought we could evade goodbyes
just by choosing a proper design
to hide
behind our cold disguise
we got it all wrong.

anything can stop us now
we can't fight the chance
anything can stop us now
anytime
time slips away from our hands

did we lose our hearts
on our journeys that went so far
(too far?)
or did it just dry away
like clay
that sleeps with the dust bunnies
under a lonely bed

anything can stop us now
we can't fight the chance
anything can stop us now
anytime

time slips away from our hands
but there always is a fighting chance
if you're just willing to try
there's a treasure for you to find