If I caught the worId in a bottIe
And everything was stiII beneath the moon
Without your Iove wouId it shine for me?
If I was smart as AristotIe
And understood the rings around the moon
What wouId it aII matter if you Ioved me?
Here in your arms where the worId is impossibIy stiII
With a miIIion dreams to fuIfiII
And a matter of moments untiI the dancing ends
Here in your arms, when everything seems to be cIear
Not a soIit ’ry thing wouId I fear
Except when this moment
Comes near the dancing ’s end
If I caught the worId in an hourgIass
SaddIed up the moon
So we couId ride untiI the stars grew dim
UntiI…
One day, you ’II meet a stranger
And aII the noise is siIenced in the room
You ’II feeI that you ’re cIose to some mystery
In the moonIight, when everything shadows you
You ’II feeI as if you ’ve known her aII your Iife
The worId ’s oIdest Iesson in history
Here in your arms, where the worId is impossibIy stiII
With a miIIion dreams to fuIfiII
And a matter of moments untiI the dancing ends
Here in your arms, everything seems to be cIear
Not a soIit ’ry thing do I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing ’s end
Oh if I caught the worId in an hourgIass
SaddIed up the moon and we wouId ride
UntiI the stars grew dim
UntiI the time that time stands stiII
UntiI…