Abacus

The gra*s is green and long Midnight cars roll past I've been chasing your room While the summer last 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'll leave it all behind Drinking alphabetically 'Cause the beauty's gone all sore Honey dripping pale of skin Well, 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'll leave it all behind