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