What Comes Next - Ovlov

You’re coming out

You’re sure to shout on the move away

You board it up

Your window’s shut when you choose to stay

You call it off

You take it off on the move away

Your watch is off

Your time is shot so you lose your day

And when you came along the way

You said you already were late

Oh, new times

The winter came

I changed my name so you lose your day

I call you out

Already out on your move away

You shot me again

You sang to them on the moon on hey

You write the truth

The dying youth;

darling;

move away

And when you came along the way

You said you already were late

Oh, new times

You’ve got mine

What comes next?