Текст: Natalie Imbruglia. Counting Down the Days. Perfectly.

When I say it doesn't matter
It matters most of all
You're not up for conversation
So I'm blinded by it all

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall, every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release

All the night
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we fall
That's when we land perfectly

Can't see what's before me
I cannot feel the ground
But this place that we exist in
Is the sweetest thing I've found

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall, every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release

All the night
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we fall
That's when we land perfectly

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall, every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release

All the night
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we fall
That's when we land perfectly, perfectly, perfectly