To say I'm too much young to get it, understand it.
To always be against the tide.
To get on with the days, the moments seem to be forgotten, always seem to talk to me each day.
Not for long, the flowers losing scents.
Dead and gone, your face never got away.
The atmosphere, the room starts to shake.
Counting days till I'll be awake
Cause counting days, that's what Im left, that’s what I'm left...
But the walls are coming in, oh here they come.
My concious mind is washed and so I'm drowned.
As real as it can be oh let it be, let it be for love.
To stare at a thousand clocks, to linger at the warm illusions.
I'm getting to settle between the lines.
And all the packs that we've ever made together come back around and hurt us.
My own reflections are slowly pushed away.
Not for long, the flowers losing scents.
Dead and gone, your face never got away.
The atmosphere, the room starts to shake.
Counting days till I'll be awake
Cause counting days, that's what Im left, that’s what I'm left...
But the walls are coming in, oh here they come.
My concious mind is washed and so I'm drowned.
As real as it can be oh let it be, let it be for love.
The ceiling's crashing anyway, and who is the one to be blamed?
And there's nothing , nothing left to be traced, no.
You left me counting days, you left me counting days.
And the walls are coming in, oh here they come.
My concious mind is washed and so I'm drowned.
As real as it can be oh let it be, let it be for love.
