♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Seven in the evening Got my fix Basket full of washings But machines playing tricks Mmmm We go back and forth And try to piece together Something we all adore Mmmm Days turn to days Mmmm Other days turn to days Mmmm Woke you from a slumber Around 4.15 Dreams are full of colors But the days are quite thin Yeah, ooo We go back and forth now Just trust like an angel But you won't care no more Mmmm Driving, grinding Forty-two hours a day A senseless seven and All of my boys And it's a slimy hole It felt like a crusade But in fact my mate We are counting days We are counting days Just counting days And tons and very long Now, now, now, now Ah Called me on a Sunday In the dead of night Something's got you troubled But stirred no excite Yeah, ooo We go back and forth now Just trust like an angel But you won't care no more Yeah Mmmm Driving, grinding Forty-two hours a day A senseless seven and I've been stressed out and A gaze in place Oh, I don't know what will Take that from this But they say my name All the same All of my boys And it's a slimy hole It felt like a crusade But in fact my mate We are counting days We are counting days Just counting days And tons and very long Now, now, now, now Hey Some might say We are counting days Yeah Some might say We are counting days Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday One day, someday Today, Monday Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday One day, someday Today, Monday One day, someday Today One day Today