Counting Days 歌词

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 But if you wait You can see There's a place where I used to be You want to make me spin You want to hold me in Counting days till 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 want to make me spin You want to hold me in