Текст песни Counting Down The Years - Whyte Horses

And so another letter falls
A chime goes off again
A thud upon the doormat, like a knife
Reads out the story of your life
A view of every shade of grey
The buildings loom above
No way is the only way
White flags are blowing nearer

I was busy doing nothing much
Not hurting anyone at all
And then the big announcement here
That you were counting down the years
When will I wake up? Oh

Too much of anything's too much
It's not all sex and sea
A sticky hand is working overtime
Trying to make the perfect crime
A golden spoon or destitute
The oldest tale of all
Someone loses and someone wins
And on and on forever

I was hearing sounds from all around
Was almost back to being myself
But then your booming voice came loud
Dispelling all my efforts
Sometimes it's a must to deviate
Some things are better left unsaid
While I was ticking off my fears
There you were counting down the years
When will I wake up? Oh

Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
No, don't die yet
How do I get through this?
How do I get through this?
How
How
Don't die yet
Don't die yet (Your eyes are laughing)
Don't die yet (They're laughing)
Don't die yet (Your eyes are laughing)
Don't die yet (They're laughing)
Don't die yet (Your eyes are laughing)
Don't die yet (They're laughing)
No, don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
Don't die yet
No, don't die yet