• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Counting - Marianne Faithfull
• Counting - Korn
• Counting - No-Man
• Counting - Tilt
• Counting - Lucie Silvas
• Counting - Motels
• Counting - Heavens
• Counting - Christina Grimmie

Now is the glimmering spinning beginning
Of something I've prayed for and counted the minutes
To be in the shadows of sheltering meadows
Of night, here with you in my arms.
This is the moment that pauses to hold us
As you and I move in a background of wonder,
Surrounded by countless enclosures
Of nocturnal unspoken music of joy.
Counting times you have stood at the foot of my ivory tower
And waited, and called out my name by the hour,
And counted on the wings of my heartstrings
To carry the sound, I have counted on pleading,
You see how I need you, come down.
And now between twilight and midnight I come to you,
Down in my gown of soft moonbeams and starlight,
Bright is the evening, the breezes have fenced us
And nestled against us —
You're here —
And warm.
And mine till the time
When the dawn will awake you,
The morning will shake you,
The highway will take you.
But now all the rays of the moon making bouquets
Will swim through the luster of lingering street lights
We count on the night to hold everything even,
And count on forgetting that you will be leaving,
And destiny's folded and then in the dawn you'll be gone.
But now as the gardens of softening night time
Are blossoming slowly around where we are,
You and I come together
And walk through the dreams of the stars.
So here while the song of the deepening evening
Is singing to me from the light in your eyes,
We can count on each other to move to the beach of tomorrow

I came back to face what's growing in my head
Please get away from me
Take advantage of what I feel, yes you do
One day you'll beg for me
So I'm saying nothing
Each day taking that much more
As I'm screaming all my pain
You will be there counting
You just see me as something you throw around
You were there for me
Beating down to the ground yes it always seems
You take more from me
So I'm saying nothing
Each day taking that much more
As I'm screaming all my pain
You will be there counting
It's funny how we've just started
They get the money for the things on you
They give you money, and the girls and the fame
I only do it for the fun and the games
It's funny how we've just started
They get the money for the things on you
They give you money, and the girls and the fame
I only do it for the fun, that's my game
So I'm saying nothing
Each day taking that much more
As I'm screaming all my pain
You will be there counting
So I'm saying nothing
Each day taking that much more
As I'm screaming all this pain
You will be there counting

you swallowed your pride,
moved back to the town you knew -
the place where you'd hide,
when it all seemed too much for you.
when you're up,
you long to see real faces. (counting)
when you're down,
you wish the world would run aground. (counting)
closing the door,
you pull down the dusty blinds.
rubbing your eyes,
you find ways to kill the time.
it's seven-o-clock, then it's quarter to eight,
you'd get out of the house,
but you've left it too late again.
when you're up,
you want to hear real voices. (counting)
when you're down,
you wish the world would make no sound. (counting)
when you're up,
you try to find real love again. (counting)
when you're down,

Johnny is counting his fingers again
He told me death was his only friend
He's so meticulous yes he will send you
Clear out of your head
Johnny he lives in a tiny room
Stacked to the rafters with doom and gloom
Digging through piles of papers and things
Looking for something obsessing his brain
And no one can catch him he's on a run
The next one could kill him, He's having fun
And no one can catch him he's on a run
Johnny he's talking in tongues again
Scratching his red irritated skin
So irreversibly around the bend he's clear out of his head
Johnny he lives in a tiny room
Stacked to the rafters with doom and gloom
digging through piles of papers and things
Looking for something obsessing his brain
Now he sees a face no one else can see in the grain of an oaken door
And it's speaking to him woodenly and it shakes him to the very core
Out the door up the hill and down the primrose path

I've had a plan, i'm starting today
I won't let these obstacles get in my way
When I am down and I'm feeling alone
I know what I've got to do
When I see blocks in the road up ahead
I won't get frustrated or turn back instead
I'll wait just a moment and take a deep breath
There's an easy thing to do
Counting 1,2,3 and 4
I won't let all these silly things bug me no more
Counting 5,6,7,8,9 and 10
I will calm myself down and be happy again
I don't want to see pain or darnkess no more
If I had the power I'd make it the law
To bottle the raindrops and banish the clouds
Let the sun shine through, that is what I got to go
Counting 1,2,3 and 4
I won't let all these silly things bug me no more
Counting 5,6,7,8,9 and 10
I will count myself lucky and be happy again
Counting 1,2,3 and 4
I won't let all these silly things bug me no more
Counting 5,6,7,8,9 and 10
If I'm not feeling right I'll start over again
Counting 1,2,3,4 and 5
I've got everything here that I need to survive
Counting 6,7, right up to 10

Every night I sit home alone
Sittin' by my radio
I'm just hopin' that something good will come on
But it never does
Hours away back in the street
Sally's out with some man she's met
She is just hopin' that somethin' good will come along
But it never does
I'm still hopin'
That someone could tell me
I sit here prayin' that somebody knows
I keep on wishin' that some could tell me
Exactly what I'm gonna do
So late at night
I make up games
I try to make the silence play
What harm could it do
Sometimes I try and call you
I seen 'em come I seen 'em go
Some are faster now some not so
You know Sally she ain't a bit of fun anymore
I'm still hopin'
Hopi' someone could tell me
I sit here prayin' that somebody knows
I keep on wishin' that someone could tell me
Exactly what I'm going though
So every night I'm home alone
Just sittin' by my radio
Just hopin' that somethin' good will come along
But it never does
I'm still hopin' that someone could tell me
I sit here prayin' that somebody knows
I keep on wishin' that someone could tell me

Won't you please step inside?
Something to show, something to share
My knife wants to hide, deep inside of you
I'll announce the grand prize
Arterial spray-paints the carpet
Before your eyes
Better believe it
Take this back
If you really want to
Take this back
I'm counting on you
Want to take you aside
And softly whisper questions at you
As you slowly die, gripping to my shirt
The consolation prize for coming in last
Wishful thinking, cut down to size
Cut up on the floor watching me smile
Take this back
If you really want to
Take this back
I'm counting on you
I'm counting on you [x4]
Won't you please step inside?
Something to show, something to share
My knife still wants to hide
Deep inside of you
I'll announce the grand prize
Arterial spray-painted carpet
Before your eyes
Better fucking believe it
Take this back
If you really want to
Take this back
I'm counting on you