Close your eyes Cross your fingers Count to ten that's how I've always been hoping everytime I open my eyes somehow 'll get what I want If I don't maybe it's just not meant to be But as I sat here the moon as my company the space beside me emptier than it used to be eyes closed fingers crossed as I count to ten hoping you're finding your way back to me but as I reach to ten opening my eyes uncrossing my fingers I guess the tears could speak for itself Maybe it's not meant to be... But it has to be Close your eyes Cross your fingers Count to ten as the tears won't cease to stop If it's not meant to be then I'll find a way Close your eyes Cross your fingers Count to ten If I leave now you might come back to an empty space If I leave now I might not see you back here with me "Close, Cross, Count" I whisper to myself I don't know how many tens I've counted Close, Cross, Count Maybe it's not meant to be maybe you're not coming back maybe your absence is permanent... Close, Cross, Count I know I should stop this foolish wishing But as I stood up begging myself not to cry all I could do is Close my eyes Cross my fingers and start Counting the days or months or years or decades until your back