Counting to Ten - MIST, Rick Treffers

I want to feel the change of seasons

I want it all I want it still

I want to grab before I’m leaving

I’m on the hunt for a last great thrill

I won’t hang on now

I’ve got to leave this place

Got to open up again

I’m not too fond of just repeating

Or simply do some remembering when

I’ve got to travel like I was a young kid

The more you tell me about being zen

I’ve got to know and feel what moves me

I’m sick and tired of counting to ten

I’m sick and tired of counting to ten

Slow it down

Live it now

Be sweet be sweet

You drown too fast

Breathe in breathe out

Hands and forth

Heading south is leaving north

Just look around

Hold it now

And hold your tongue

And lift your brow

Just slow it down

Just look around

Hold it now

Hold your tongue

Lift your brow

Slow it down live it now

Be sweet be sweet

Don’t drown too fast

Breathe in breathe out

Hands and forth

Heading south is leaving north

Just look around

Hold it now

And hold your tongue

And lift your brow