One too many goals,nThe measure of your worthnCan sink your weight in goldnSat by the ivory sill,nThe further out you look,nThe further out you'll bennIt's not enough to set the terms,nIf nothing ventured, nothing earnednThough odds are set against,nnIn time, I'll belong to you, nIt's how it's meant to bennSettled on your own,nSweeping dust from stonenWith a letter homenBack where the hour's long,nThe simplest things invite a thrillnIf just by noticing at willnnIt's not enough to set the termsnIf nothing ventured, nothing learnednIt's how it's always beennnE onde a sorte ha de te levar, saiba o caminho e o fim mais que chegarnE quiera o dia ser, gentil a tua mao, aberta pra quem ennIn time, I'll belong to you,nIt's how it's meant to be, nAnd how it's always been