Excuse me, your killing me

With your heartbreak and wild signs?

You're 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, joking with the ups and downs

Hocus pocus, nowhere 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

Oh

I'm counting, down the days

Love seems strange to me, to me