Counting Days

On the way towards your descent I could count every flower on the hill I couldn’t drown out your consent There is nothing left for me to forgive again And 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 use to be You want to make me spin? You want to hold me? Counting days till you come in I haven’t lost you I’ve just misplaced you However b? I could not tell The window opened no explanation You’re right in the sun And the dreaming has come undone If you wait you can see there’s no reason to disagree You want to make me spin? You want to hold me? --- Counting Days - Wild Nothing