We could count all the windows in the city But you’re far too busy and I’m much too slow So I will start with the windows in this alley
Cause you think in cities and I think in boroughs
We could count all the planes at the airport But that would mean you and I were in the same spot So I will count all the planes I can see And I will talk to you like you are next to me
I could count all the birds around me There must be a storm at sea, there must be a storm at sea
I don’t know why they come to me I will pretend it’s them I won’t believe it’ s me
There was no sound when the birds came down and There were so many gulls and crows
Now why do you suppose?
There must be a storm at sea It’s clearly them not me