Next Time - Matt Costa

Painted black all my windows

Faded like a quill in this old room

I held you once but was unable

Well you could not be bound by any stable

So run, run, run

Run, run, run

But next time I’ll try, I’ll try to hold on

This time I’m gonna try, I’ll try to hold on

Some say it’s foolish to keep waiting

But I’ll stop loving her when I stop dreaming

Now if you find someone who says they love you

Never let them let go of that feeling

Oh, run, run, run

Run, run, run

For this time I’m gonna try, I’ll try to hold on

This time I’m gonna try to hold on