Brett Anderson — I Count The Times

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Let the game begin
I think I know where you’ve been
Wrapped in inky night
As daybreak flashed in your eyes
When you tremble like the rose
Still dressed in summer clothes, still suffering…

There’s patterns in your hair
The flowers faint when you’re near
You don’t understand me
I don’t pretend to be that clear
Do I tremble like the rose or do I follow where you go still suffering?

I count the times, I read the signs, I follow you ten steps behind,
I draw the line, I count the times
You burned me
I count the times, I made a plan, I use the fingers of one hand,
I draw the line, I count the times
You burned me

Do I tremble like the rose or do I follow where you go still suffering?
On the fingers of one hand
I can count the times it came to nothing

I count the times, I read the signs, I follow you ten steps behind
I draw the line, I count the times
You burned me
And all the words I never said and all the things I never did,
I draw the line, I count the times
You burned me