Counting the red stars
In the blue hour before sunup
the sound of distant traffic
in the thin and beating light
Underneath a crimson moon
I am lost in loving you
Dangerous and lovely
Unreasonable and kind
My fat black heart is leaving me
echoing inside
Dreams lined with Marigold
Azalea and Primrose
I do not expect a miracle
I do not expect a miracle
I do not expect a miracle
But I'm sittin' here waiting
For the signs
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Watching all the droplets falling
Slowly from the sky
Incandescent, colorful
Beautiful alive
Laying under love's shadow
Wondering where to go
I do not expect a miracle
I do not expect a miracle
I do not expect a miracle
But I'm sittin' here waiting
For the signs
I do not expect a miracle
I do not expect a miracle
I do not expect a miracle
But I'm sittin'
