Lyrics

Counting down the remaining days Until the day we'd meet again And it turns out that in the end You got me thinking 'bout the same things Maybe I'm a lonesome sort of girl who Just can't let the past become erased Only to see a picture of forgotten, far-off memories Tinted with the thoughts of one who's caught up In the drama of the world There's more to it than that, if you'd only ever come back [Drop] Counting down the remaining days Until the day we'd meet again And it turns out that in the end You got me thinking 'bout the same things Maybe I'm a lonesome sort of girl who Just can't let the past become erased Only to see a picture of forgotten, far-off memories Tinted with the thoughts of one who's caught up In the drama of the world There's more to it than that, if you'd only ever come back [Drop]