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Recorded as live.
Sorry about the long intro - I was trying to remember the first bloody line.
Does anyone know where the time goes?
Seems the years disappear through a hole in my pocket.
How many days are displayed on the page
And how many get there on time?
Hands on the mantlepiece - bells on a wheel.
That chime out each hour that each number reveals.
And how many hours will the second-hand steal?
We're drowning by numbers tonight.
Does anyone know where the people go?
When they run out of luck and lay claim to the soil.
And how many faces replace them each day
And how many faces will fail?
From cream in the cradle to remembered on stone
The mainspring unwinds 'til our dust must return home.
And if love lingers on she must do so alone
She's drowning by numbers tonight.
When the sum of our hopes is the sum of our fears
Then counting our blessings - means counting our tears.
... we are auctioneers.
And somewhere's a number we dare not go near
We're drowning by numbers tonight.
Wrinkles round old eyes and rings round a tree.
And clocks without faces - but with eyes that can see.
That time marches on and she's counting on me .
Oh we're drowning in numbers tonight.
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