One, Two, Tree, Four Наташка Дьякова

Remain still and quiet in your hiding spot
Tension in the air and your breath caught
Counting echoes across the floor
Every creak feels louder than before

One, two, tree, four
I go looking for
Tiptoe past the bedroom door
Heartbeats racing, wanting more
Five, six, seven, eight
Ready or not, can’t wait
Holding my breath like a secret score
One, two, tree, four

I can hear you laughing, I can hear the calls
Little whispered plans, bouncing off the walls
You don't want to give yourself up once you're hidden, do you
But I know every hiding place you run to

One, two, tree, four
I go looking for
Tiptoe past the bedroom door
Heartbeats racing, wanting more
Five, six, seven, eight
Ready or not, can’t wait
Holding my breath like a secret score
One, two, tree, four