Songtext I count the times Brett Anderson

I count the times

Let the game begin, I think I know where you've been,
Wrapped in inky night as daybreak flashed in your eyes,
When you tremble like the rose, still dressed in summer clothes, still suffering
There's patterns in your hair, the flowers faint when you're near,
You don't understand me, I don't pretend to be that clear,
Do I tremble like the rose or do I follow where you go still suffering?
I count the times, I read the signs, I follow you ten steps behind,
I draw the line, I count the times you burned me
I count the times, I made a plan, I use the fingers of one hand,
I draw the line, I count the times you burned me
Do I tremble like the rose or do I follow where you go still suffering?
On the fingers of one hand I can count the times it came to nothing,
I count the times, I read the signs, I follow you ten steps behind
I draw the line, I count the times you burned me
And all the words I never said and all the things I never did,
I draw the line, I count the times you burned me