Counting Cars 歌词

Distance makes the heart grow weak I've stopped listening when you speak I can't even hear myself think anymore Phone call wakes the drunkard sleep It's your voice, we don't agree I've been trying to make some sense out of this mess Counting cars on collins st And we'll set our watches to the beating of the city And it's cold so we'll agree To run all the way back to your house now you run backwards Morning bells to wake the dead Now there's static in my head I don't look to see the daggers i know you have in your eyes And after all our time's been spent With these ghosts they're all hell bent I've been trying to make some sense out of this mess we've made Counting cars on collins st And we'll set our watches, we will set our watches to the beating of the city And it's cold so we'll agree To run all the way back to your house now you run backwards Come follow me, don't look backwards, you will find your way home after…