Counting Mercies

(альбом: Everything Almost - 2014)

When we've been though, all this?
It goes to prove, how much we fit
We've made mistakes, we fail a lot
But here we are, look what we've got

Count the mercy, count the pain
Summer's running from my shame
All the blessings, all the falls
Count the days when, we almost had it all

Nobody said, that life was fair
You do your best, and hope like hell
You grit your teeth,
And bite your tongue,
You hold your heart, out to the sun

and Count your mercies, count your pain
Summer's running from my shame
All the blessings, all the falls
Count the days when, we almost had it all

If this is it, and now it's done
I'm more than glad, for all I've won
To feel your love, has been my life
I hope you know, that I'll be fine.

I'm counting mercies, counting pain
Summer's running from my shame
All the blessings, all the falls
Count the days when, we almost had it all.