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 its 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
