Wild Nothing Counting Days
On the way towards your descent
I could count every flower on the hill
I couldn’t drown out your consent
There is nothing left for me to forgive again
And It’s cold in your bed
And those flowers have long been dead
If you wait you can see there’s a place where I use to be
You want to make me spin?
You want to hold me?
Counting days till you come in
I haven’t lost you
I’ve just misplaced you
However b? I could not tell
The window opened 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?
