Lyrics
Counting all the lines on the road.
That’s when the rain comes and reminds me of home.
Sitting here, god it’s so hard to see.
My own reflection staring right back at me.
So it goes, counting the the days.
This typical, pandemonium.
The undertow has got got me caught in my ways.
You’re beautiful pandemonium.
Now I know, cover is blown.
Right or wrong it aint no skin off my bones.
Now it seems that we have nothing to lose.
Dance with the devil and she’ll dance with you to.
So it goes, counting the the days.
This typical, pandemonium.
The undertow has got got me caught in my ways.
Your beautiful pandemonium.
So it goes, counting the the days.
This typical, pandemonium.
The undertow has got got me caught in my ways.
You’re beautiful pandemonium.
Pandemonium, pandemonium, pandemonium.