Next Life Songtext
von Hepburn

So high
She hits the target every time
She gets her way
Every day
Cold hands
She reaches for the cigarettes
To warm the day
She can′t say
She needs more sympathy
She needs more of everything

Another kiss, another pill
She believes in a bigger thrill

She might just kill again
Move on to the next life

She finds
Too much interference
On her radio
It's nine below


So blind
She walks into the distance
And fades away, away, away, away

High five in emptiness
She′s gone too far to confess
Another day, another lie
Searching for that perfect high

She might just kill again
Move on to the next life
She might just kill again
Move on, move on
She moves on
Move on, move on
To the next life

Oh, yeah, yeah
Bye bye
Bye bye
Cold hands
Reach for cigarettes