Counting Sheep

I'm half asleep
I'm nodding off, I'm counting sheep
But then you arrive
And I'm glad to be alive
I've lost clarity
My focus has deserted me
And I know you're to blame
For they eloped, hand in hand, the day you came

I love it and I hate it that you make me feel this way
I'm falling, falling, further, further, every single day

Help me to conclude
My list of things I've understood
By adding your temperament
Underneath your sense of style
I say things when I am tense
Which, at the time, seem to make sense
But then I look back with dread
At the one-dimensionality of what I've said

I love it and I hate it that you make me feel this way
I'm falling, falling, further, further, every single day
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I love it and I hate it that you make me feel this way
I'm falling, falling, further, further, every single day
I had no idea that I could ever feel this way
I'm falling, falling, further, further, every single day



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Ross
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