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
Перевод: Семян. Подсчет часов.
Перевод: Тед Лео и Фармацевты. 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
When them scams dope deals be goin sour Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter fuck a slow nickel 6 bucks an hour From the rooter to
Picture the morning taste and devour We rise early pace up the hour Streets is bustling hustling their heart out You can't have the sweet with no sour
me, straight from a young buck If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached You'd better count
through my veins To wake up, catch up, but it seems like Ohhh.. I've been living in slow motion I've been living in slow motion Hold your breath and count
