Count To 10 (Arno Carstens)

She said I'll give you Indian feathers For your honesty And even if you've lied It doesn't matter anymore Promise me you'll walk the streets of gold I'll bestow upon you And if you fail you count to ten and try again Oh each night sleep on clouds Oh leave your world of doubts You can't wait for tomorrow There is magic every day You count to ten and try again 10, 10 out of 10 For above and down below A horn is broken but the wing has grown I feel the flesh but the spirit's dead I feel the spirit but the flesh upset I count to ten and try again Wings of prayer let the people stare I blow a kiss to a guiding cloud And let the stars, the stars hang out What you're waiting for, what you're waiting for?