Counting Days

On the way towards your descent
I could count every flower on the hill
The curtains drawn on your content
There's nothing left for me to forgive again

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 used to be

You wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in
You wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in

Counting days 'til you come in
I haven't lost you, I just misplaced you
However bright, I could not tell
The window open, 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 wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in
You wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in

You wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in
You wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in

You wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in
You wanna make me spin
You wanna hold me in



Credits
Writer(s): John Alexander Tatum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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