If I could travel through time, I think I
Would tell myself from the past, "You'll be fine"
But what you don't know is the fun part of passion
And it's the place where I think all the fun begins
What you don't see is what you believe
But to be is the place where the angels dance
What you don't hear is the voice of fear
When you get passed that is when your life appears
What you don't touch is what you won't clutch
But you'll latch on tight when the coast is clear
If I could travel through time, I think I
Would tell myself from the past, "You'll be fine"
