Counting down the remaining days
Until the day we'd meet again
And it turns out that in the end
You got me thinking about the same things
Maybe I'm a lonesome sort of girl who
Just can't let the past become erased
Only to see a picture of forgotten, far-off memories
Tinted with the thoughts of one who's caught up
In the drama of the world
There's more to it than that, if you'd only ever come back
[Drop]
Counting down the remaining days
Until the day we'd meet again
And it turns out that in the end
You got me thinking about the same things
Maybe I'm a lonesome sort of girl who
Just can't let the past become erased
Only to see a picture of forgotten, far-off memories
Tinted with the thoughts of one who's caught up
In the drama of the world
There's more to it than that, if you'd only ever come back
[Drop]