We spent many hours many days in a room
In a house on the edge of the city
Counting the numbers each day on the radio
Tangled in cotton white linen
How many days will we live in this living room
Ooooh
Tangled in cotton white linen
And how many hours will we spend with our faces pressed
Up against the window
Ooooh
Tangled in cotton white linen
Is it a time to be glad of our circumstance?
Is it a time to be frightened?
If the world fell apart would I mind, maybe I could find
A little peace in the anarchy
How many days will we live in this living room
Ooooh
Tangled in cotton white linen
And how many hours will we spend with our faces pressed
Up against the window
Ooooh
Tangled in cotton white linen
We're going back to the old ways already I'm
Tired of the watered-down
Seventeen days and
I'm used to having you around
Will I miss this ghost of a former life?
If I'm with you I don't mind maybe I'll survive
Ooooh cotton
Ooooh forgotten
Ooooh cotton
Ooooh forgotten
We spent many hours many days in a room
In a house on the edge of the city
Counting the numbers each day on the radio
Tangled in cotton white linen