Текст песни Stories of Numbers - Papooz

Boy you woke up too late
And now your hour's gone
TIme has slipped off your hands
And left you all alone

You needed some space and she blamed,
Your tireless ego
And what she used to claim
You start to hear the echo

You always want more than you,
Already have, you ungrateful child
It's not a question of number
One for you would be much better
If you love her just tell her
That you are the luckiest partner

You just woke up too late
Once again she's gone
Far away from your bed
You sing a lonely song

You always want more than you,
Already have, you ungrateful child
It's not a question of number
One for you would be much better
If you love her just tell her
That you are the luckiest partner

But you are not made to wait
For her infinitely
Take the bull by his horns
And leave your misery

You always want more than you,
Already have, you ungrateful child
It's not a question of number
One for you would be much better
If you love her just tell her
That you are the luckiest partner