Is time written in a stone every life was lived long ago
Or does it change with every single step
Every single word, every single breath?
I've been trying make sence of it all, of it all
'Cause if we met in another way, on another day
Would it all turn out the same?
Would it all turn out the same?
Is tomorrow out of my control?
Am I the film in this episode?
Or is fait just a fantasy
A fairy tale, all make believe?
Do you wonder why?
'Cause I wonder why is it borrowed time, is it borrowed time
'Cause if we met in another way, on another day
Would it all turn out the same?
Would it all turn out the same?
Would it all turn out the same?
Would it all turn out the same?
