Tina Dickow Count To Ten
There are faces, there are smiles, so many teeth, too
many arms and legs
And eyes and flashing buttons all around me
I’m a-watching, I’m a-breathing, I’m a-pushing, I’m a
wishing
That these walls would not be talking quite so loudly
I have lost it once before I’ve pulled myself up from
the floor
And I am looking for a reason to stay standing
But sometimes it’s just too much or not enough or
something else
It’s so much bigger than my head, it’s too demanding
Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go
I’m gonna close my eyes
And count to ten
I’m gonna close my eyes
And when I open them again
Everything will make sense to me then
I have met so many people, we’ve exchanged so many
words
We’ve said it all and we’ve said nothing but it’s
changed us
I have known a lot of men, some were lovers, some were
friends
But all together were they merely passing strangers?
They’ll control you with their silence, they’ll control
you with their words
And you’ll control them with your body’s coded signals
In the wild, entangled gardens of our insecurities
We lose our heads into eachother’s hidden pitfalls
Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go
I’m gonna close my eyes
And count to ten
I’m gonna close my eyes
And when I open them again
Everything will make sense to me then
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