If I could travel through time, I think IWould tell myself from the past, "You'll be fine"
But what you don't know is the fun part of passionAnd it's the place where I think all the fun beginsWhat you don't see is what you believeBut to be is the place where the angels dance
What you don't hear is the voice of fearWhen you get passed that is when your life appearsWhat you don't touch is what you won't clutchBut you'll latch on tight when the coast is clear
If I could travel through time, I think IWould tell myself from the past, "You'll be fine"