Counting Backwards Songtext

pouring salt into the sea could not begin to repay every misstep that you took, or mend all the holes you've made. tossed upon the waves, the strongest rocks will be worn down. your efforts rest within the ground, from nowhere to nothing. the hopes you hide inside, ravaged by the insincere, the grasping hands will disappear, from nowhere to nothing. what is necessary, now that the marrow has been dried, is to keep on pushing forward, hope the sun will bring new life. tossed upon the waves, the strongest rocks will be worn down. your efforts rest within the ground, from nowhere to nothing. the hopes you hide inside, ravaged by the insincere, the grasping hands will disappear, from nowhere to nothing. set out on your own, running from unhappiness, reactions become meaningless, from nowhere to nothing. crashing from the wall, could you set things right again, breathe into the dust again, from nowhere to nothing