Counting The Days (исполнитель: The Sound)
There's an ocean of tears, The years before our happiness And moving mountains into the ocean Won't make that sadness any less Counting the days towards our new [bad word] Moving mountains [bad word] The impulse that shock's us out of our long time decision, I'm counting the days before our love. So far apart in so many ways Like the way five hours feels like forever, It's in our hands to make our stands And move these continents together He was with you like she was with me, More than a best friend, a guiding light But lessons learned and now we have to burn Our fires in the night, cross the ocean of tears Before moving mountains disappear