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