Counting
from Portraits by Timothy Armstrong
lyrics
Counting
Tonight's almost over and I must prepare
I’ll take your body down and pull the covers up over your face
I’ll wet my door with your mark
To starch my head and bleach my heart
Oh I dreamt of a kingdom, not this stone cold coffin
I’ll make sure the lid wont open
Tomorrow I’ll pause
And wonder what good could come from your downfall
Oh its such a bitter pill
So I’ll bury my doubt
I’d bury myself to spend just one less day without you.
Wheres my sword oh wheres your armoury
We all thought you would've brought your army
You know we’d die for your diadem
But were here alone and the days are counting
You had the weapon at your side but the barrel felt no friction
Why weren't the bullets left inside
How could the king be voted out, he held the keys to the castle
So draw us a bridge to cross out the night
The dawn denied first light, the birds refuse to make a sound
Autumn passed us by, the leaves refuse to fall to the ground
Winter has arrived, your woollens cannot be found
The things you can never find, maybe you should leave them lying around
Tonight's almost over and I must prepare
I’ll take your body down and pull the covers up over your face
I’ll wet my door with your mark
To starch my head and bleach my heart
Oh I dreamt of a kingdom, not this stone cold coffin
I’ll make sure the lid wont open
Tomorrow I’ll pause
And wonder what good could come from your downfall
Oh its such a bitter pill
So I’ll bury my doubt
I’d bury myself to spend just one less day without you.
Wheres my sword oh wheres your armoury
We all thought you would've brought your army
You know we’d die for your diadem
But were here alone and the days are counting
You had the weapon at your side but the barrel felt no friction
Why weren't the bullets left inside
How could the king be voted out, he held the keys to the castle
So draw us a bridge to cross out the night
The dawn denied first light, the birds refuse to make a sound
Autumn passed us by, the leaves refuse to fall to the ground
Winter has arrived, your woollens cannot be found
The things you can never find, maybe you should leave them lying around
credits
from Portraits,
released August 5, 2010
Timothy Armstrong (Vocals, Guitars, Piano), Sarah Colman (Vocals), Nina Miller (Cello), Tim Beals (Bass), Jeremy Bennett (Drums)
Timothy Armstrong (Vocals, Guitars, Piano), Sarah Colman (Vocals), Nina Miller (Cello), Tim Beals (Bass), Jeremy Bennett (Drums)
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