On the way towards your descent
I could count every flower on the hill
I couldn’t drown out your consent
There is nothing left for me to forgive again
And It’s cold in your bed
And those flowers have long been dead
If you wait you can see there’s a place where I use to be
You want to make me spin?
Counting days till you come in
However b? I could not tell
The window opened no explanation
And the dreaming has come undone
there’s no reason to disagree
You want to make me spin?