歌词
作词 : Anson Long-Seabra/Michael Matosic/Sam de Jong
Call it bad luck, call it timing, the stars not aligning
Call it distance, call it maybe we're just way too different
The harder were working the more that it's hurting
We're all out of calls for help
The curtain is closing, and everyone knows it
But I'm gonna tell myself
Maybe the next life
We'll get another chance
Maybe the next time
Everything goes to plan
I would be yours
You would be mine
Maybe we just need one more try
And maybe the next life
You won't slip through my hands
Call me crazy, call me foolish and caught in a daydream
But I'm holding, onto the hope that the door will reopen
And you're gonna call me and ask me to coffee in 10 years or maybe 12
Until it happens, I'm here on my mattress and all I can tell myself
Maybe the next life
We'll get another chance
Maybe the next time
Everything goes to plan
I would be yours
You would be mine
Maybe we just need one more try
And maybe the next life
You won't slip through my hands
In the next life
In the next life
In the next life
In the next life
In the next life
In the next life
Maybe the next life
We'll get another chance
Maybe the next time
I'll be a better man
I would be yours
You would be mine
Maybe we just need one more try
And maybe the next life
You won't slip through my hands