What Is Next by Lunik
there's a box in a box in a box in my head
and this box contains all the memories we share
it's invisible for everyone but it is there
locked away in a dusty attic
why should I care
so far I was running away everytime I seemed to land
so after all I carry a lot of these boxes around
well, you have to pass life on your way to perfection
I like the lines on my face and at least I'm still
standing
but what is next? I'm still thirsty
I'm growing old and it's way too early
what is next? now that I'm grounded
can't anybody show me the next move?
I finally dare to hope for some peace and quiet
I found the one that makes it all feel right
I picked the loyal friends, said good-bye to the others
|
