Counting Minutes
Your hands are so soft
When you're asleep
I watch you breathing
And feel like a creep
The smile on your face
Hits me by surprise
You whisper names I
Don't recognise
There are things I can't explain
Time is running faster day by day
To reason darling truly seems insane
All the pleasure turns to pain
Cleaning up the mess that you have made
Counting Minutes as they slip away
I miss the sunshine
I miss the freedom
Still I wonder
Do you need him
You can no longer
Try and brake me
All those memories
Have left me lately
I loved it when you
Bought me guilt gifts
Always after
Your late night work shifts
You ask me
Why I'm so cold
Still we pretend
That I don't know
There are things I can't explain
Time is running faster day by day
To reason darling truly seems insane
All the pleasure turns to pain
Cleaning up the mess that you have made
Counting Minutes as they slip away
There are things I can't explain
Time is running faster day by day
To reason darling truly seems insane
All the pleasure turns to pain
Cleaning up the mess that you have made
Counting minutes as they slip away
When you're asleep
I watch you breathing
And feel like a creep
The smile on your face
Hits me by surprise
You whisper names I
Don't recognise
There are things I can't explain
Time is running faster day by day
To reason darling truly seems insane
All the pleasure turns to pain
Cleaning up the mess that you have made
Counting Minutes as they slip away
I miss the sunshine
I miss the freedom
Still I wonder
Do you need him
You can no longer
Try and brake me
All those memories
Have left me lately
I loved it when you
Bought me guilt gifts
Always after
Your late night work shifts
You ask me
Why I'm so cold
Still we pretend
That I don't know
There are things I can't explain
Time is running faster day by day
To reason darling truly seems insane
All the pleasure turns to pain
Cleaning up the mess that you have made
Counting Minutes as they slip away
There are things I can't explain
Time is running faster day by day
To reason darling truly seems insane
All the pleasure turns to pain
Cleaning up the mess that you have made
Counting minutes as they slip away
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Hietanen, Dass Dale, Jimi Hietanen
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