Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count alongFeeling rich, feeling poor,
feeling nothing more
Self destructive on
a rollercoaster fireballCut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Let my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tried, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to meSo innocent was the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
only for me and youNo more broken dreams
I feel like a loaded gun
Spring bullets at your armor
of mind controlCut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot feeling right
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to meSo innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
only for me and youSo innocent was the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
only for me and youCounting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count alongCounting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over that thing called loveSo innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
only for me and youSo innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
only for me and youPlease let it grow,
where it belongs
There in the dark
where the shadows are born
Leave it alone I'm sure it will find its way
to redeem and blossom
'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home