In my countertap, in my countertap In my countertap, in my countertap Running off S.O.D. Running off S.O.D. Watching through my fingers Shut my eyes and count to ten Burning bright right till the end Watching through my fingers In my thoughts, you're far away Crystallizing clear as day What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world? Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every summer, let each fist fire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Twisting from the thought of you Caught off guard by your favorite song Will I be dancing out of touch? Sleeping in the clothes you love? What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world? Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every summer, let each fist fire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Running over low-key Twisting from the photographs Twisting from the photographs I close my eyes and count to ten Burning bright right till the end Burning off S.O.D. Burning off S.O.D. Burning off S.O.D.