Some trust the words Some call them lies We seem alone I can’t decide.
Still it seems fine If things don’t turn out on our side …to hope we’re better off next time.
Next time.
Next time?
Days turn to night Days have their ends We close our eyes Day comes again.
Some see the signs
Say life’s a circle Not a line And we’ll be back another time
Next time
Next time
if we can run through the night we can follow where the lost have gone if we can run through the night we can follow where the lost have gone if we can run through the night we can follow where the lost have gone if we can run through the night we can follow where the lost have gone.