Counting Down The Years - Whyte Horses

And so another letter falls

A chime goes off again

A thud upon the doormat, like a knife

Reads out the story of your life

A view of every shade of grey

The buildings loom above

No way is the only way

White flags are blowing nearer

I was busy doing nothing much

Not hurting anyone at all

And then the big announcement here

That you were counting down the years

When will I wake up?

Oh

Too much of anything’s too much

It’s not all sex and sea

A sticky hand is working overtime

Trying to make the perfect crime

A golden spoon or destitute

The oldest tale of all

Someone loses and someone wins

And on and on forever

I was hearing sounds from all around

Was almost back to being myself

But then your booming voice came loud

Dispelling all my efforts

Sometimes it’s a must to deviate

Some things are better left unsaid

While I was ticking off my fears

There you were counting down the years

When will I wake up?

Oh

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

No, don’t die yet

How do I get through this?

How do I get through this?

How

How

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet / Your eyes are laughing

Don’t die yet / They’re laughing

Don’t die yet / Your eyes are laughing

Don’t die yet / They’re laughing

Don’t die yet / Your eyes are laughing

Don’t die yet / They’re laughing

No, don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

Don’t die yet

No, don’t die yet