Now, the only way to know nis going back to where we left this years ago. nBut i want to know if it's time, nand she wants to know if it's right.nnBut we will never ever know, nsitting here alonenjust wondering on...nnShe will be, she will be insidenand i can feel it's like a string of butterfliesnand i'll always love to feel them come from hernnShe will be, she will be insidenand you won't notice menBecause I'll be flying higher nthan your hearts can reachnnFear, of doing this alonenOf feeling lost, nnot knowing where we both belong, nin thisnnAnd, I was always thinking, nhoping when the day arrives, nwe'd come around nand things are fine,na sketch of what i always had in mind.nnSo I'll just keep holding onnnShe will be, she will be insidenand i can feel it's like a string of butterfliesnand i'll always love to feel them come from hernnShe will be, she will be insidenand you won't notice menBecause I'll be flying higher nthan your hearts can reachnnShe will be there, nand I will be overwhelmed nby the thought of love, nthe thought of us. nnCome back to me, nBecause now that your gone, nhope keeps me holding on