Next Time

About 1000 and a mile
let's think clearly for a while
can you describe how your heart beats
through some empty paper-sheets?
the last time you held her hand
it felt like pain would never end
but feelings fade away
and both we know you won't stop the decay

Next time i will stay and
i'm going to burn the prison down
just follow this sound and
leave all behind to get away

Next time, next excuse
who can say he's free?
big decision, are you sure?
well, how could you be