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