Next time
(© by Ko-Do 2005)



All the fair-weather-friends are gone now, it seems
Next time I'll make friends in the winters
And the image of life that I made of my dreams
Scattered out on the floor now in splinters

Now my ivory tower's got an ebony skin
Next time I'll make towers simply of songs
Will the winds ever blow me out of where I'm in ?
Find a way to where my heart finally

All that infinite loops found an end now, at last
Next time I'll make no loops at all
And I'll stretch the point from presence to past
A straight line if the future ever should call