Lyrics:

Counting days till its over, my friends
Till its over, my friends, count along
Counting days till its over, my friends
Till its over, my friends, count along

Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, dont believe a word she says
Shes on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

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

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh

No more broken dreams, I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, dont believe a word she says
Shes on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery

Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Cant call the doctor, hes as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh

Counting days till its over, my friends
Till its over, my friends, count along
Counting days till its over, my friends
Till its over, my friends, count along

Counting days till its over, my friends
Till its over, my friends, count along
Counting days till its over, my friends
Till its over that thing called love

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh

So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, oh

Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone. Im sure it will find its way
To redeem and blossom
Cause I know the black rose will find its home