Counting Days (Wild Nothing)

On the way towards your descent I could count every flower on the hill I couldn’t drown on your consent There's 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 used to be You want to make me spin You want to hold me in You wwant to make me spin You want to hold me in Counting days 'till you come in I haven’t lost you I’ve just misplaced you However breath 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 in You want to make me spin You want to hold me in You want to make me spin You want to hold me in You want to make me spin You want to hold me in