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 because the days have no numbers

if we leave tonight then we leave it all behind

drinking alphabetically because the beauty's gone all sore

honey dripping pale of 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

then we leave it all behind