Текст песни Number Our Days - Max Tundra
Nothing
happens
when
you
die
You
don't
leave
your
body
or
fly
off
into
the
sky
The
deities
you
count
on
were
just
made
up
by
some
guy
Nothing
happens
when
I
cry
Reminds
me
of
the
time
I
called
you
up
to
say
goodbye
A
pint
of
chicken
soup
comes
falling
from
my
eye
It's
a
winsome
isolation
I
declare
Your
engineering
knocks
me
out
of
my
chair
If
mechanicals
observed
are
what
we
are
Then
number
our
days
and
point
me
to
the
car
Nothing
happens
by
degrees
Your
furtive
semaphore
is
hidden
by
the
trees
My
predecessor
always
said
you
were
a
tease
Nothing
happens
every
year
I
scare
a
few
more
people
off
by
saying
'dear'
What
is
it
about
my
companionship
you
fear?
Every
sentimental
minute
in
your
hands
Fills
your
Januaries
with
my
plans
This
is
why
we
leave
our
ancestors
alone
So
number
our
days
and
lead
me
to
the
stone
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