Låttexter: Wallis Bird. Spoons. Counting To Sleep.

Counting 1,2,3,4
Consequence can bear resemblance
To a swinging door
The way I?m acting is ridiculous
Like a dog in heat ? following and sniffing your tail
What is wrong with me?
I know, I know

Cos your?e a delicate feather that swings in the air
It?s a vision I carousel?sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful you?re a
Bubble in my hand

So we stole a car, for some release
But we didn?t get far ? cos I couldn?t drive
And I made up words, for some release
Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself, for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldn?t sleep

Counting 1,2,3,4
The times I couldn?t breathe when I kissed you
Wanting more and more
I never felt this way before
Really something new
Or really something deliciously dangerous
And it?s only you
But you?re wild, you?re wild

Cos your?e a delicate feather that swings in the air
It?s a vision I carousel?sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful you?re a
Bubble in my hand

So we stole a car, for some release
But we didn?t get far ? cos I couldn?t drive
And I made up words, for some release
Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself, for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldn?t sleep

Uh whoa, uh whoa
When I couldn?t sleep
Uh whoa, uh whoa, uh whoa-oh

When I couldn?t sleep at night (x7)
When I when I when I when I-I