Counting Song
Number one. When we love each other properly, we make room for despondency.That person with a light in their eyes is to me a candle extinguished like in a dream.Number two. Should hope bubble up again, a hopeless song waits just beyond the bend.And if I can share the weight with another, I can look past even betrayal.
Number three. The welt-covered crescent moon covers up my body so that nobody can find me.Number four. On a night with nowhere to go, would that someone might call my name.
Number one. Number two. Just something unpleasant. You put a little in and take a little away.Number three. Number four. Something pleasant. A good night’s sleep where everything stays the same.
Number five. A forgotten wound pained me so, an ache in my heart from long ago.I love even my regrets. Should this pain be rid of me, I know I’d love it too.Number six. The changing people and city, their pasts reflected in Port Angeles’ waters.A world where you can’t live without pain, only here can the storms relax.
Number seven. For the name oh so familiar to me, buried in summer’s sleeve, my tears poured.Number eight. As a barrage of seasons pass, I hear my mother’s voice but don’t know her face.
Number one. Number two. Things that I wish I could forget. You put a little in and take a little away.Number three. Number four. Things I can’t erase though I try. Just one good sleep where everything stays the same.Number five. Number six. Things that would never have changed. See what good it does you to worry and waste your effort.Number seven. Number eight. The memories flow forth. Try as you might, you can’t take them all with you to tomorrow.
Number nine. Until now and from now on, the light filtered through the trees keeps beating against my door.And I mean to go away after the tenth knock. Yesterday fades away. At long last I bid farewell.
Number one. Number two. The people I wanted to stay with me. You put a little in and take a little away.Number three. Number four. The people who made me feel wanted. Just one good sleep where everything stays the same.Number five. Number six. The people I wanted to keep trusting. See what good it does you to worry and waste your effort.Number seven. Number eight. This wellspring of memories. Try as you might, you can’t take them all with you to tomorrow.