Lyrics

It's funny when I called
You were at the angels fall
You said I play my guitar
As if it had cotton strings

Cotton wings
Cotton hymns
You cannot win,
With cotton dreams

But I count my ways
I count my days,
I write as lace,
There're holes in my poetry

I sing it loud,
I play with doubt
Oh , well I still count your ways of loving me

And I find hard to confess ,
I'm oblivion first lady
And I play my heart on that cotton string

I keep it hid,
Just like you did
I had to lead my mind that way

'Cause I count my ways
I count my days,
I write as lace,
There're holes in my poetry

But you've taken my heart away,
And it's a lonely tune six cotton strings
Will play .