This year, next year, sometime never   Paper dreams tied up with bits of string      Darkness comes, flowers grow, no one knows   I start counting, I start counting      Sitting by myself in a secret   Chasing thoughts through rainbows in my mind, yeah      Changing time, tomorrow's dream, in between   I start counting, counting, yes I do      Counting, counting, counting, counting, counting   Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve etc.