Lyrics
I’ve counted the seconds
I have carefully measured the passage of time
From my door to your bedroom
Reflecting on the distance between where I am and your bedroom
We thought we were legends
We believed we were extraordinary or remarkable
Singing we could be heroes
Singing with the hope of becoming heroes
Strange we never knew, mmm
It's surprising that we never anticipated
It would fade so soon
Realizing that our aspirations would diminish quickly
I am coming home tonight
I am returning home this evening
I know you will wait behind the red light
Confident that you will be waiting at the red light
Fold your hands around my heart
Envelop your hands around my heart
Show me I am still a part of
Demonstrate that I still hold a place in your affections
Cracks in the pavements, of this wasteland
Observing imperfections in the pathways of this desolate place
I know I’m made of floods in the deep end
Acknowledging my composition of overwhelming emotions in difficult situations
Flickering street lights in sinking night skies
Dim, unstable lights in the night sky immersed in sinking feelings
Hiding the white lies and countless first times
Concealing the untruths and numerous initial experiences
Countless first times
Repeating the idea of numerous first times
I’m counting the seconds
Continuing to measure the passing seconds
From my house to my homeland
Calculating the time it takes to travel from my residence to my birthplace
And you think I am reckless
You perceive me as taking risks
Chasing dreams that just won’t end
Pursuing dreams that seem never-ending
I think we both know, mmm
We both understand
I’ve only got one way to go
I have only one path to follow
(Got one way to go)
Reiterating the idea of having only one path
I am coming home tonight
Returning home tonight
I know you will wait behind the red light
Confident that you will wait, symbolized by the red light
Fold your hands around my heart
Encircle your hands around my heart
Show me I am still a part of
Show me that I am still a significant part of your life
Cracks in the pavements, of this wasteland
Noticing imperfections in the pathways, similar to a desolate place
I know I’m made of floods in the deep end
Acknowledging my composition of overwhelming emotions in challenging situations
Flickering street lights in sinking night skies
Dim, unstable lights in the night sky immersed in sinking feelings
Hiding the white lies and countless first times
Concealing the untruths and numerous initial experiences
Countless first times
Repeating the idea of numerous first times
Oh oh oh…
Repetition or continuation of emotional expression
Fold your hands around my heart
Encircle your hands around my heart
Show me I am still a part
Show me that I am still a significant part
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