Counting - NoMan
You swallowed your pride
Moved back to the town you knew
The place where you'd hide
When it all seemed too much for you
When you're up
You long to see real faces counting
When you're down
You wish the world would run aground counting
Closing the door
You pull down the dusty blinds
Rubbing your eyes
You find ways to kill the time
It's seven o'clock then it's quarter to eight
You'd get out of the house
But you've left it too late again
It's seven o'clock then it's quarter to eight
You'd get out of the house
But you've left it too late again
When you're up
You want to hear real voices counting
When you're down
You wish the world would make no sound counting
When you're up
You try to find real love again counting
When you're down
You wish the world could not be found counting
