Gallant - Counting Lyrics
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Counting
Counting Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Counting By Gallant?
We built a glass monastery
Over the fault lines Traded our lives for a living In the shade of fallen shrines You wrote your name in the static Ten thousand gray dots Couldn't decipher your message Oh, but I felt the violet noise And the white lies, I'm fading 'Til my mouth dries, I'm praying I can hold my liquor like the saints do I'm counting, I'm counting on you I'm counting on you I'm counting on you Hey, I'm counting on, I'm counting on you I lost my pride in the crater, hey And ancient coal mines Emulsified in dishonor I just couldn't keep myself alive In the white lies, I'm fading 'Til my mouth dries, I'm praying I can hold my liquor like the saints do I'm counting, I'm counting on you I'm counting on you Oh, I'm counting on you Oh, I'm counting on, I'm counting on you Oh I never, no I never, never thought we'd live in churches And I never, no I never, no I never meant to see them burn And I know you didn't, know you didn't, no, you didn't deserve it, hey but Now I'm, I'm counting, I'm counting on you Oh no, babe I can hold my liquor like the saints do Just like they do I'm counting, I'm counting on you And the white lies, I'm fading 'Til my mouth dries, I'm praying I can hold my liquor like the saints do I'm counting, I'm counting on you I'm counting on you Oh, I'm counting on you Hey, I'm counting on, I'm counting on you |
Who Wrote Counting By Gallant?
Christopher Joseph Gallant, Patrizio Moi
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What's The Duration Of The Counting By Gallant?The duration of Counting is 4:34 minutes and seconds. |
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