My Wet Calvin Laps
I’m counting the days
but I think I shouldn’t mind
I get so bored now the future’s defined
I’m counting the days
under a pale candle light
is it fading out?
am I losing my sight?
I’m on a train
the noise from the machines is my only music
on a railway
300 miles an hour and I’m going nowhere
colors they change
seasons change outside
numbers they change
and I’m wasting my time
I’m counting the days
and I’m drawing a line
with a start and an end
a start and an end
a start and an end
a shape so fine
will you wait when I return?
will you shine the light again?
will you wait when I return?
will you be there?
I need no sounds
I need no words
let me remain silent
I need no sounds
I need no words
I just want to know how the f..ck it ends
