Counting Days - Wild Nothing

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

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

You want to make me spin, you want to hold me in

You want to make me spin, you want to hold me in

You want to make me spin, you want to hold me in

You want to make me spin, you want to hold me in

You want to make me spin, you want to hold me in