Counting Days
Seven in the evenin'
Got my fix
Basket full of washings
But the machine's playing tricks
We go back and forth now
Try to piece together something we all adore
Woke you from a slumber round 4:15
Dreams are full of colors
But the days are quite dim
We go back and forth now
She's dressed like an angel
But you want her no more
Jivin'
Grindin'
42 hours a day
Senseless surfin'
All of my boys in this tiny hole
It felt like a crusade
But in fact my mate
We are countin' days
We are countin' days
Just countin' days
And tauntin' fate
Called me on a Sunday at the dead of night
Something's got you troubled
But stirred no excite
It goes back and forth now
She's dressed like an angel
But you want her no more
Jivin'
Grindin'
42 hours a day
Senseless surfin'
Stressed out on engagin' rates
I don't know what will make that front page finally say my name
All the same
All of my boys in this tiny hole
It felt like a crusade
But in fact my mate
We are countin' days
We are countin' days
Just countin' days
And tauntin' fate
Some might say
We are tauntin' fate
Some might say
We are tauntin' fate
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday What day?
Someday
Today
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday What day?
Someday
Today
Monday
What day?
Someday
Today
What day?
Today
Got my fix
Basket full of washings
But the machine's playing tricks
We go back and forth now
Try to piece together something we all adore
Woke you from a slumber round 4:15
Dreams are full of colors
But the days are quite dim
We go back and forth now
She's dressed like an angel
But you want her no more
Jivin'
Grindin'
42 hours a day
Senseless surfin'
All of my boys in this tiny hole
It felt like a crusade
But in fact my mate
We are countin' days
We are countin' days
Just countin' days
And tauntin' fate
Called me on a Sunday at the dead of night
Something's got you troubled
But stirred no excite
It goes back and forth now
She's dressed like an angel
But you want her no more
Jivin'
Grindin'
42 hours a day
Senseless surfin'
Stressed out on engagin' rates
I don't know what will make that front page finally say my name
All the same
All of my boys in this tiny hole
It felt like a crusade
But in fact my mate
We are countin' days
We are countin' days
Just countin' days
And tauntin' fate
Some might say
We are tauntin' fate
Some might say
We are tauntin' fate
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday What day?
Someday
Today
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday What day?
Someday
Today
Monday
What day?
Someday
Today
What day?
Today
Credits
Writer(s): Suwito Aubrey Naga, Li Zhen Lin
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