Wild Nothing
Counting Days
On the way towards your descentI could count every flower on the hillThe curtains drawn on your contentThere's nothing left for me to forgive again.It's coldIn your bedAnd those flowers have long been deadBut if you waitYou can seeThere's a place where I used to beYou want to make me spinYou want to hold me inCounting days till you come inI haven't lost you I just misplaced youHowever bright I could not tellThe window open no explanationYou're rightIn the sunAnd the dreaming has come undoneIf you waitYou can seeThere's no reason to disagreeYou want to make me spinYou want to hold me in
From Letras Mania