Bizawi - Counting lyrics
[Bizawi - Counting lyrics]
Can't sleep can't sleep
While we were treading the street
No friction, we just fly and everything by
Tickling smells comfort sigh
We are full yet light
Her scent makes me high
Abruption, suddenly a scream surrounds us
We've landed muscles contract
We gasp for air we ended
A second ago
All I saw were wrinkles in her smile
Now there is a vile man standing on a bicycle
Virile around us people became floor
His beguile paralyzed me
All that's left is horror
I plucked her hand holding to it with grit
She hasn't landed i've deflated her spirit
The ground sets the layers on it in flames
The man accelerated a women defamed
Someone someone
I don't understand i yell what happened
My wife stranded
Poisoned naivety injected bubble
It's in slow mo the cookie crumbles
Didn't go after him
I've got a trail of doubts i'm a husband
I'll check the news for routes
People with burned faces
Life changing damages, whispering graces
It's bad it is
She turned to me and asks why
Why, why I did what I did
Pieces of herself burning like a need
A broken nail, smeared make up
A tear, traveling breaking her face up
I thought I protected her, but I did nothing
Besides scaring her, and shattering a dream
Tonight it's quiet in bed
I'm already alone
Dust accumulates on my retina
My body turned stone i'm no longer a man
I have a hole in a place I can't find
I can't protect her, and no one minds
How can I live with the fact that some things
Are out of my control, it seems
The morning comes, dressed by forgetfulness
Reflections in the pool, words are a mess
Looking from the dam up high, what matters
She struggles to count backwards
The morning comes, dressed by forgetfulness
Reflections in the pool, words are a mess
Looking from the dam up high, what matters
She struggles to count backwards
The morning comes, dressed by forgetfulness
Reflections in the pool, words are a mess
Looking from the dam up high, what matters
She struggles to count backwards
While we were treading the street
No friction, we just fly and everything by
Tickling smells comfort sigh
We are full yet light
Her scent makes me high
Abruption, suddenly a scream surrounds us
We've landed muscles contract
We gasp for air we ended
A second ago
All I saw were wrinkles in her smile
Now there is a vile man standing on a bicycle
Virile around us people became floor
His beguile paralyzed me
All that's left is horror
I plucked her hand holding to it with grit
She hasn't landed i've deflated her spirit
The ground sets the layers on it in flames
The man accelerated a women defamed
Someone someone
I don't understand i yell what happened
My wife stranded
Poisoned naivety injected bubble
It's in slow mo the cookie crumbles
Didn't go after him
I've got a trail of doubts i'm a husband
I'll check the news for routes
People with burned faces
Life changing damages, whispering graces
It's bad it is
She turned to me and asks why
Why, why I did what I did
Pieces of herself burning like a need
A broken nail, smeared make up
A tear, traveling breaking her face up
I thought I protected her, but I did nothing
Besides scaring her, and shattering a dream
Tonight it's quiet in bed
I'm already alone
Dust accumulates on my retina
My body turned stone i'm no longer a man
I have a hole in a place I can't find
I can't protect her, and no one minds
How can I live with the fact that some things
Are out of my control, it seems
The morning comes, dressed by forgetfulness
Reflections in the pool, words are a mess
Looking from the dam up high, what matters
She struggles to count backwards
The morning comes, dressed by forgetfulness
Reflections in the pool, words are a mess
Looking from the dam up high, what matters
She struggles to count backwards
The morning comes, dressed by forgetfulness
Reflections in the pool, words are a mess
Looking from the dam up high, what matters
She struggles to count backwards