Written by Michael Poulsen
Intro: E Counting days ?til it?s over, my friends,?til it?s over, my friends, count along E Counting days ?til it?s over, my friends ?til it?s over, my friends, count along verse 1 Dbm Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more A Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball Cut her tongue, don?t believe a word she says E B She?s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery Dbm Left my heart on the shelf for way too long A Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor B I saw the line of snakes that came to meverse 2 Dbm No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun A Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control Cut her tongue, don?t believe a word she says E B She?s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery Dbm Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right A Can?t call the doctor, he?s as sick as you and I B I saw the line of snakes that came to meN.C E So innocent were the days Dbm The taste of good memories A B A bag full of hope that was only for me and youE Bridge E Counting days ?til it?s over, my friends E ?Til it?s over, my friends, count along E Counting days ?til it?s over, my friends E ?Til it?s over, my friends count along E Counting days ?til it?s over, my friends E ?Til it?s over, my friends, count along E Counting days ?til it?s over, my friends E ?Til it?s over that thing called love Solo |Dbm |Dbm |Dbm |Dbm | |A |A |E |B | |Dbm |Dbm |Dbm |Dbm | |A |A |B |B |N.C E So innocent were the days Dbm The taste of good memories A B A bag full of hope that was only for me and you E So innocent were the days Dbm The taste of good memories A B A bag full of hope that was only for me and youBreak |E |E |Dbm |Dbm | |A |A |B |B | Outro A B Please let it grow, where it belongs E Dbm There in the dark where the shadows are born A B E A Leave it alone. I?m sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom A B E ?Cause I know..., the black rose will find its homeN.C E So innocent were the days Dbm The taste of good memories A B A bag full of hope that was only for me and you E So innocent were the days Dbm The taste of good memories A B A bag full of hope that was only for me and you