Counting Upwards

I tapped my red shoes
I'm lost and singing the blues
I don't know where I'm going to

1, 2, 3, 4, Counting ants across the floor

Lying on a grey couch
Lazing while my thoughts slouch
We're walking down a yellow brick road

5, 6, 7, 8, I'll hurry up so I'm not late, my love
No place like home, no place like home

Lonely amongst strange people
Melancholy, somewhat peaceful
Opium flowers make us tired
We dream in a field where our brains rewire

Still tapping those red shoes
You're gone and I'm amused
Honey where'd you go

9, 10, 11, 12, I am laughing to myself
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha...

9, 10, 11, 12, I am feeling more myself



Credits
Writer(s): Alexa Berard
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