Counting Down the Days

I'm counting down on the days. Love seems strange to me. Excuse me, your killing me With your heartbreak and wild signs Your out there working, for something to open my eyes Holding your hand up to the light only blocks it away, hey I'm counting, down the days Love seems strange to me To me Once I've folded, jokung with the ups and downs Hocus pocus No where to be found Holding your hand up to the light only blocks it away, hey Coughing excuses, the smoke and the mirrors I'm counting, down the days Love seems strange to me To me Coughing excuses, the smoke and the mirrors I'm counting, down the days Love seems strange to me To me I'm counting, down the days Love seems strange, to me To me