I missed my last chance.

If only I had a lamp to rub,

I would have wished for my last dance.

My attempt to reverse,

My attempt to run back,

Caused nothing more than a butterfly effect.

I heard of a Saviour who tells only truth,

I heard of a Saviour who takes away the blues.

And when you feel His touch,

You just want to be stuck in the sands of time.

Now that you're stuck in the middle of the sands of time,

You just lie on the sweet grass and close your eyes

On the ride of a secret journey,

On the ride of a magical journey.