I Start Counting — Dusty Springfield

This year, next year Sometime never Paper dreams tied up With bits of string Darkness comes Flowers grow No-one knows I start counting I start counting

Sitting by myself in a secret Chasing thoughts through rainbows in my mind, yeah Changing time Tomorrow's dream In between I start counting Counting, yes I do Counting, counting, counting, counting, counting Ooh-hoo-oo, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve etc.