Devoted Few (The)
Counting Cars
Distance makes the heart grow weakI've stopped listening when you speakI can't even hear myself think anymorePhone call wakes the drunkard sleepIt's your voice, we don't agreeI've been trying to make some sense out of this messCounting cars on Collins StreetAnd we'll set our watches to the beating of the cityAnd it's cold so we'll agreeTo run all the way back to your house nowYou'll run backwards, you'll run backwardsMorning bells to wake the deadNow there's static in my headI don't look to see the daggers I know you have in your eyesAnd after all our time's been spentWith these ghosts, they're all hell-bentI've been trying to make some sense out of this mess we've madeCounting cars on Collins StreetAnd we'll set our watches, we will set our watches to the beating of the cityAnd it's cold so we'll agreeSongtexteTo run all the way back to your house now, you'll run backwardsYou'll run backwards, you'll run backwardsCome follow me, don't look backwardsYou will find your way home after(You'll run backwards)Come follow me, don't look backwardsYou will find your way home after(You'll run backwards)
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