Alexisonfire - Boiled Frogs
I’m always wishing, I’m always wishing too late
For things to come my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I’m left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)
So wait up, I’m not sleeping alone again tonight
There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life
