Counting The Days

by The Sound

From the album: In the Hothouse

Track 11 of 15 on In the Hothouse (1985).

Duration: 3:51

In the Hothouse cover art

Lyrics for Counting The Days

There's an ocean of tears The years before our happiness And moving mountains into that ocean Won't make that sadness any less Counting the days towards our new construction Moving mountains by compulsion The impulse that shocks us out of our long term decision I'm counting the days towards 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 the moving mountains disappear

More from In the Hothouse

  1. Winning
  2. Under You
  3. Total Recall
  4. Skeletons
  5. Prove Me Wrong
  6. Wildest Dreams
  7. Burning Part Of Me
  8. Heartland
  9. Hothouse
  10. Judgement
  11. Counting The Days
  12. Red Paint
  13. Silent Air
  14. Sense Of Purpose
  15. Missiles