Woorden: Dusty Springfield. I Start Counting.

This year, next year, sometime never
Paper dreams tied up with bits of string

Darkness comes, flowers grow, no one knows
I start counting, I start counting

Sitting by myself in a secret
Chasing thoughts through rainbows in my mind, yeah

Changing time, tomorrow's dream, in between
I start counting, counting, yes I do

Counting, counting, counting, counting, counting
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve etc.