Countdown

Begin to draw, without ever yet thought about how
First dashboard scrawl, we always picture it all
I’ll be the one to remember, as I’ll be the one that must forget
Every drop you’ve shed in my skin, every drawing that you were in

But feeling so good, distress
Feeling so good, like a countdown

Lips surrender with tricks, lips behind lipsticks
They can give you some tips, and also they make you freaks
They drained me out, drained me out with open door
Don’t measuring consequence, relinquishing of all you sense

But feeling so good, distress
Feeling so good, like a countdown
Feeling so good, erased
I’m feeling so good, like a countdown