Counting Days

On the way towards your descent

I can count every flower on the hill

Couldn't draw on your content

There's nothing left for me to forgive againBut it's cold in your bed

And those flowers have long been dead

If you wait, you can see

There's a place where I used to beYou want to make me spin

You want to hold me in

You want to make me spin

You want to hold me inCounting days till you come in

I haven't lost you, I've just misplaced you

However bright I could not tell

The window open no explanationYou're right

In the sun

And the dreaming has come undone

If you wait

You can see

There's no reason to disagreeYou want to make me spin

You want to hold me in

You want to make me spin

You want to hold me in