| 歌曲 | Count to Ten |
| 歌手 | Dala |
| 专辑 | This Moment Is a Flash |
| On a bus and staring out, and all these people move without | |
| A clue | |
| I have the time to wonder if, it matters much and all of this | |
| Is beautiful | |
| We bring up children hoping they, will grow up to do good some day | |
| Like us | |
| But what’s the point why should they try? We’re all the same we laugh and cry | |
| And when it reaches for our door, | |
| the rich will lie cold like the poor, | |
| Each moment spent for good or not, | |
| And all the lovely things we’ve got, | |
| The sweetest child, the world’s worst jerk, | |
| The pointless jobs and heart-filled work, | |
| And all awards and talents lost, | |
| we all are blank and so the cost of life is… | |
| (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…ten) | |
| I wonder how the ones survive, believe in only what’s alive | |
| Why wait? | |
| I hope my joy will help me when, I close my eyes and count to ten.. | |
| I’m gone. | |
| And when it reaches for our door, | |
| the rich will lie cold like the poor, | |
| Each moment spent for good or not, | |
| And all the lovely things we’ve got, | |
| The sweetest child, the world’s worst jerk, | |
| The pointless jobs and heart-filled work, | |
| And all awards and talents lost, | |
| we all are blank and so the cost of life is, the cost of life is… | |
| (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…ten) |
| On a bus and staring out, and all these people move without | |
| A clue | |
| I have the time to wonder if, it matters much and all of this | |
| Is beautiful | |
| We bring up children hoping they, will grow up to do good some day | |
| Like us | |
| But what' s the point why should they try? We' re all the same we laugh and cry | |
| And when it reaches for our door, | |
| the rich will lie cold like the poor, | |
| Each moment spent for good or not, | |
| And all the lovely things we' ve got, | |
| The sweetest child, the world' s worst jerk, | |
| The pointless jobs and heartfilled work, | |
| And all awards and talents lost, | |
| we all are blank and so the cost of life is | |
| one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ten | |
| I wonder how the ones survive, believe in only what' s alive | |
| Why wait? | |
| I hope my joy will help me when, I close my eyes and count to ten.. | |
| I' m gone. | |
| And when it reaches for our door, | |
| the rich will lie cold like the poor, | |
| Each moment spent for good or not, | |
| And all the lovely things we' ve got, | |
| The sweetest child, the world' s worst jerk, | |
| The pointless jobs and heartfilled work, | |
| And all awards and talents lost, | |
| we all are blank and so the cost of life is, the cost of life is | |
| one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ten |