Hindsight کے بول

Tiny indiscretion blown up to a tragedy I didn't need a lecture I wanted you To spend some time Choking on the sadness This car rides a funeral Victory's so dirty it festers in the back of my mind My mind...... My mind...... My mind...... My mind...... oooooo It's been three days Since you left me And I'm as cold as a stone It's been three days since you left And I am not whole Tying these dreams to my bedpost Tying this noose to my neck..... Wishing you'd some how come back Come back home again ooooooo Count the days Count the days Till I see your face again Now come back come back to you.... Count the days Count the days Till I see your face again Now come back come back to you.... Count the days Count the days Till I see your face again Now come back come back to you.... Tiny indiscretion blown up to a tragedy I didn't need a lecture I wanted you To spend some time