Abacus

                                  The grass is screaming long

Midnight cars roll past

I've been chasing your room

While the summer lasts



So count it on your fingers

If we got it wrong

It's cause the days have no numbers

If we leave tonight

And we leave it all behind



Drinking alphabetically

Cause the beauty's gone all sore

Honey dripping, paler skin

While there's bodies underneath, the floor



So count it on your fingers

If we got it wrong

It's cause the days have no numbers

If we leave tonight

And we leave it all behind