I couldn't count the lines upon your face, left no trace, the moment's gone
I couldn't count the steps that it took, and all the moves that led to you
That's the meaninglessness of numbers to me
The ones the twos the threes, fly with the breeze, amount to none, infinity plus one
The figures of the news, the boundless blues, a secret lies in every soul
trace
every
boundless
midnight
steps
infinity
figures
breeze
numbers
glances
wines
trains
million
amount
begun
threes
blinking
blues
lines
meaninglessness
pains
morning
moves
shared
times
names
count
secret
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