Текст песни Counting Birds - Wave Machines

Don't look, don't think, don't speak don't try
Don't smile, don't care and don't reply
Disband your plans to question why
You are a company man
Sit tight, grip light, spit shoes shine bright
Count days that your face feels real life like
Squint eyes see hearts in the brake lights
And they're starting to dance

Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal with a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine

If you could shove your luck to the nearest line in the sand
Sneak sketch out a redesign
Three strokes and you've got to cross a peace sign
It's not a company plan
Slapped back there are streets that they need you to pound
Smash your feet through the concrete and into the ground
Be a piece of a part of the background
And shake my hand

Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal with a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine

My sky goes blue, grey, blue, grey
Won't catch my drifting away
Mouth closed, bespoke and handmade
Won't catch my drifting away

You hear rolling drums when you grind your teeth
It's too fast trying to march to your heartbeat
Love's in your blood but it runs much too deep
And silent as hell

Heaven comes seven at a time
Dressed in metal with a face of feathers
They cast white shadows as they climb
I sat counting birds with a friend of mine