This Is Counting Lyrics

this is counting. one after another,
be it seconds, be it roadmarks, be it nerves passing by.
your barricade/monument consists of cracked bricks
longing for rehabilitation in a new fate.
i fall asleep to the sound of tiny hammers
(carefully) engraving your face into my sleep.

equipped with a heavy heart and confusion,
i just crawled back half the distance from here to the cracking source.
on this plank i'm desperately waiting
- i'm waiting here for you
as you dive up, feet first, rewinding all you've been put through.
if you would only let me sleep!
if you could only let me sleep!
release the cosy chains made of countless herds of sheep.
if you would only let me sleep.

this is counting one after another,
seconds, roadmarks, nerves passing by.
deconstruction never felt this hard.
though cracked bricks got nothing to hold on to.
i should have known it better from the start,
that they at least hold on to each other.
that they at least hold on to you.

if you would only let me sleep.
if you would only let me sleep