living breath was another new dawn like the time I was 5 at the top of Peak Hill and the wind almost took me away I walk awhile before I sleep, count
tough And you can't breath free And the friends you make Won't return your calls And pretend you don't exist Look into my eyes 'Cause you can always count
't wear you out cause your solid gold Cigarettes, old regrets they can't compete With where we are now counting stars and all the cars out on the street
all the time, this crazy love of mine Wraps around my heart, refusing to unwind Crazy love Count the stars in a summer sky That fall without a sound And then pretend
tug of war within we talk of endlessness we cry to purge our sins atoned to rebegin, eliminate the scars fuck the sky or merely count the stars with every
that we get, the more that I regret, for losing out on all, that never let me fall, and now I face it all again until I can't pretend, to fake a smile
razorblades to my face, I still regret all the time, that has walked right passed me Hold your tongue when you say, you wish you never met me, I'll pretend
it Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and liable To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm tribal I'm from a place where the *niggas* are jelly And pretend to
your fingers, but still you can't let it go I'm lost and found in some low end of luxury (I'll start my packing when you start to fall asleep) It's
on now love let's make a start When love calls then it's time to play ball But starting's the easiest part Counting my blessings like stars in the sky
win and i lose it's been so hard but you've been so smooth so play it off and pretend you never know what you got yourself into i'll play it off and pretend
Watch the years roll by Counting shooting stars across the sky The wonder of it all Caught up in the everlasting fall Watch the years roll by Counting shooting stars
simple little message There's no heavy thing It's just a mere reminder for those of us who Sometimes forget just how good we are Life is something we pretend
If only you could see behind my eyes You would count the stars that fill the skies I've tried to pretend that they're not there But now I look around
a fuck about you, like I do. Count the bodies like sheep Count the bodies like sheep Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Count
Hollywood girls need a pretty silver star They can hide in the distance and the makeup Hollywood girls need a simple little lie They can count on when
The day after the night Take off into the sky We bought all that's sin Hoping it takes me in Count stars up in space Pretend I'm in that place People
There are things that are so clear And pretend that everything is alright While you try to make believe That there ain't nothing wrong You can't count