(Francesco De Benedittis/Davide Esposito/Paul Manners)

Always been a loser's game, the dreaming of what might have been.
In a world that craves possession, only matters when you win.
Destiny can be a cruel dictator, rarely contemplating any second chance.
What if Cleopatra's lover never had to sail from Rome?
Joan of Arc had been a mother, would she pay the price alone?
Boy puts on his mack to face the rain
And Girl, not far, does just the same, it's just another day.

A million miles, million smiles, we try to turn the tide, you and I
But grains of sand are at the mercy of the waves.
What if we, you and me, played in a different score, met before?
We had a love, a bud that turned into a rose.
We'll never know... Oh... We'll never know... Oh...

What if Jesus tumbled for the kiss of Mary Magdalene
And Columbus never thought of troubling the King of Spain?
Boy accelerates to catch that train
And Girl, unknowing, does the same, two victims of the city.
Pity they are lonely, she casually takes the seat in front of him
And as their eyes meet through the dim... Her cell phone rings!

A million miles, million smiles, we try to turn the tide, you and I
But grains of sand are at the mercy of the waves.
What if we, you and me, played in a different score, met before?
We had a love, a bud that turned into a rose.
We'll never know... Oh... We'll never know... Oh...