"Counting 5-4-3-2-1" as written by and Geoffrey/keeley Rickly....
5-4-3-2-1 Lets start a fire.
Burn this town from inside out.
Till no ones left alive.
And you can't feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street.
Sixteen is so far away from here, when you're counting every step.
5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for?
The train is catching up, keep on running don't look back.
Cause its 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight.
Leave it all behind.
All his life he lived in this same house.
Same white fence surrounding him, he swore he would get out.
But he can't cause his foot got caught in between in the rails.
And all his friends were all up ahead
They can't hear him yelling, yelling for some help.
And it's much too late to call the doctor now.
This town is full of sympathies, we're drowning in it all.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for?
The train is catching up, keep on running don't look back.
Cause its 10-9-8-7 everybody's yelling to burn this city, burn this city down tonight.
Leave it all behind.
This is the sound of the gate coming down, no flashing lights, no warning.
When we press our ears to the ground we feel the shake.
But it's under the skin, so we welt like violets.
Can't get up, to put the petals in their place.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for?
Burn this city, burn this city tonight.
Burn this town from inside out.
Till no ones left alive.
And you can't feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street.
Sixteen is so far away from here, when you're counting every step.
5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for?
The train is catching up, keep on running don't look back.
Cause its 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight.
Leave it all behind.
All his life he lived in this same house.
Same white fence surrounding him, he swore he would get out.
But he can't cause his foot got caught in between in the rails.
And all his friends were all up ahead
They can't hear him yelling, yelling for some help.
And it's much too late to call the doctor now.
This town is full of sympathies, we're drowning in it all.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for?
The train is catching up, keep on running don't look back.
Cause its 10-9-8-7 everybody's yelling to burn this city, burn this city down tonight.
Leave it all behind.
This is the sound of the gate coming down, no flashing lights, no warning.
When we press our ears to the ground we feel the shake.
But it's under the skin, so we welt like violets.
Can't get up, to put the petals in their place.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for?
Burn this city, burn this city tonight.
Lyrics submitted by xsaint2sinnerx
"The Counting 5-4-3-2-1" as written by Geoffrey/keeley Rickly
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I find this song, like the ring too it, and now you bastards are bitching about being good or bad, who gives a crap!
Just put the damn meaning! Is that too much to ask!
Also I belives it's wilt like violets, which are prone to wilt, they are sensitive
I am so dissapointed in this song.
Thursday is my second favourite band because thier songs are usualy so powerfull, so true, so cleverly writen and cover so many levels of emotion. This song just sucks.
It's too poppy. The edge is lost.
It sounds forced and uninspired, like bits of other songs strung together because it was all that came to mind.