| There’s a box and a box in the box in my head. |
| And this box contains all the memories we shared. |
| It’s invisible for anyone, but it is there, |
| Locked away in a dusty attic, why should I care. |
| So far I was running away every time I seem to land |
| So after all, I carry a lot of these boxes around. |
| Well, you have to pass life on a way to perfection |
| I like the lines of my face and at least I’m still standing. |
| But what is next? |
| I’m still thirsty and growing old, |
| That’s way too early. |
| Yeah, what is next, now that I’m grounded? |
| Can anybody show me the next move? |
| I finally did hope for some peace and quiet |
| And found the one to mix it all for you right. |
| I picked the loyal friends, said goodbye to the others. |
| I love my job, my home, why look for more? |
| But what is next? |
| I’m still thirsty and growing old, |
| That’s way too early. |
| Yeah, what is next, now that I’m grounded? |
| Can’t anybody show me the next move? |
| Oh, don’t worry, be happy |
| Is something I was always scared of. |
| I don’t wanna be unflected and dull |
| In lingering comfort zone. |
| But I am still hoping and waiting for the unexpected. |
| And I know is not I’m finding while I’m sitting at home. |
| But what is next? |
| I’m still thirsty and growing old, |
| That’s way too early. |
| Yeah, what is next, now that I’m grounded? |
| Can anybody show me the next move? |