Lyricist : Anson Long-Seabra/Michael Matosic/Sam de Jong

Call it bad luck, call it timing, the stars not aligning

Call it distance, call it maybe we're just way too different

The harder were working the more that it's hurting

We're all out of calls for help

The curtain is closing, and everyone knows it

But I'm gonna tell myself

Maybe the next life

We'll get another chance

Maybe the next time

Everything goes to plan

I would be yours

You would be mine

Maybe we just need one more try

And maybe the next life

You won't slip through my hands

Call me crazy, call me foolish and caught in a daydream

But I'm holding, onto the hope that the door will reopen

And you're gonna call me and ask me to coffee in 10 years or maybe 12

Until it happens, I'm here on my mattress and all I can tell myself

Maybe the next life

We'll get another chance

Maybe the next time

Everything goes to plan

I would be yours

You would be mine

Maybe we just need one more try

And maybe the next life

You won't slip through my hands

In the next life

In the next life

In the next life

In the next life

In the next life

In the next life

Maybe the next life

We'll get another chance

Maybe the next time

I'll be a better man

I would be yours

You would be mine

Maybe we just need one more try

And maybe the next life

You won't slip through my hands