[Refrain: Michael Poulsen]

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

[Verse 1: Danko Jones]

Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more

Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball

Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says

She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery

[Verse 2: Michael Poulsen]

Left my heart on the shelf for way too long

Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor

I saw the line of snakes that came to me

[Chorus: Michael Poulsen]

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[Verse 3: Danko Jones]

No more broken dreams

I feel like a loaded gun

Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control

Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says

She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery

[Verse 4: Michael Poulsen]

Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right

Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I

I saw the line of snakes that came to me

[Chorus: Michael Poulsen]

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[Chorus: Michael Poulsen]

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[Refrain: Michael Poulsen]

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

[Refrain/Bridge: Michael Poulsen]

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends

'Til it's over that thing called love

[Chorus: Michael Poulsen]

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[Chorus: Michael Poulsen]

So innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you

[Outro: Michael Poulsen]

Please let it grow, where it belongs

There in the dark where the shadows are born

Leave it alone, I'm sure it will find its way

To redeem and blossom

'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home