Songtexte Days Are Numbered - Django Django

The right words evade me
She turns away scot-free
We're traveling on no terrain
Halfway between two cities gleaming

I hang back and you move on
The procession sings onwards
The etching of your portrait
Sits bleached out in the back of my mind

Glancing down, I see my face
Is there a wrong on my tongue that I cannot taste?
A rising tide comes to meet my words
But when the push is southwest, knocks me off my feet

Horizons draw closer
The distance glistens all exquisite
A revelation, see blind fixations
We carry fortunes, the city's fading

I hang back and you move on
The procession sings onwards
The etching of your portrait
Sits bleached out in the back of my mind

We find the daylight upon the road
Flat on the ground, feet ablaze upon the floor
Our days are numbered, one, two, three
I can't imagine what could save you and me