Counting Cars (black Cab Remix) Lyrics - Singles - The Devoted Few

distance makes the heart grow weak 

i've stopped listening when you speak 

i can't even hear myself think anymore 

phone call wakes the drunkard sleep 

it's your voice, we don't agree 

i've been trying to make some sense out of this mess 

counting cars on collins st 

and we'll set our watches to the beating of the city 

and it's cold so we'll agree 

to run all the way back to your house now you run backwards 

morning bells to wake the dead 

now there's static in my head 

i don't look to see the daggers i know you have in your eyes 

and after all our time's been spent 

with these ghosts they're all hell bent 

i've been trying to make some sense out of this mess we've made 

counting cars on collins st 

and we'll set our watches, we will set our watches to the beating of the city 

and it's cold so we'll agree 

to run all the way back to your house now you run backwards 

come follow me, don't look backwards, you will find your way home after...