Sitting in the backseat, in the backseat
counting the hours
counting the hours, counting the hours
till they start counting me
I’m going by a little too fast
I’m so small and narrowed-eyed from where I’m sat
trying to count each dust speck lit by each streetlight that passes by
couldn’t I just grow older a little slower
couldn’t we just keep playing our favorite song and it never is over
I’m tired of being always driven toward absolutely nothing
I’m tired of going round and round playing the same circle game
but like a child on a carousel - going up and down
I’ll never grow up
Because I’ll always bе that child,
not much change could keep me from losing myself, not еven you
time