a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes On and on to lead a light low Wondering if I've got a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes
leaving you Alone Counting hours Counting days, It never seems to end Counting every moments No time to pretend I keep on Counting hours Counting days, It never seems to end Counting
Bản dịch: Seed. Counting The Hours.
Bản dịch: Ted Leo & The Pharmacists. Counting Down The Hours.
I?m running down that hill again. This isn?t the way it?s supposed to be. Where did we go wrong? Was it you? Was it me? At this point I?m completely
it's brotherhood. Friends until the end. And when it's raining, I pray that you are safe at home (without you here I'm on my own). And I'll still count the hours
Its not all just black and white anymore, there?s that ugly shade of grey. Sometimes I wish I didn?t have a heart and a soul, because there?s no risk
You see, I?m feeling drake. I?m running out of promises I?ve made that I can?t make, and I?m sick of hiding out. The only way I?ve found to make this
Don?t ask how I?m getting along. Looking at pictures of good days long gone. Can?t help but feel the sky is falling, can?t help but feel the cold dirt
'm running out of ways to make the future count. How hard are you willing to try to make this work? How hard are you willing to try to make them count
Remember when we were the same? Constantly unchanged. You said you?d keep those memories of us for good, and I said I?d do the same. But it?s so hard
I?d be lying to you if I told you that I cared. What goes around comes around and its coming fucking fast. Close your eyes, hide away, it doesn?t make
Help me out, pretty please, just give me anything to put my mind at ease. This is a song for the innocent, written out by the insincere, and I can only
is leaving you Alone Counting hours Counting days, It never seems to end Counting every moments No time to pretend I keep on Counting hours Counting days, It never seems to end Counting
the prairie to the other side I was a coming home to you Coutin' the hours countin' the days till I'll be back in your arms to stay Coutin' the hours countin
the tumble grass Bright as a fire and as fine as a photograph CHORUS Here at the magic hour Time and eternity Mingle a moment in chorus Here at the magic hour
haters, got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music No one man should have all that power The clock's tickin', I just count the hours
Lets get on this Rose 72 hours straight do it like Alpo did it back in 88 step up in this bitch in an MCM suit 38 snub in my MCM boots Young what you
