I Start Counting - Dusty Springfield

This year, next year

Sometime never

Paper dreams tied up

With bits of string

Darkness comes

Flowers grow

No-one knows

I start counting

I start counting

Sitting by myself in a secret

Chasing thoughts through rainbows in my mind, yeah

Changing time

Tomorrow’s dream

In between

I start counting

Counting, yes I do

Counting, counting, counting, counting, counting

Ooh-hoo-oo, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve…