Oh, Natalie The captured wife Every number is a sign of life So she's watching as I hit my stride Violent and wide Natalie's numbers are comforts I hide
She said that all of this would pass That ways of living are a second math All's quiet as she takes her aim But the weapons have changed And Natalie's numbers are all that remain
Those places that I know the best Save the breath that whistles in my chest And the edges of a new design Spin in my mind With Natalie's numbers And letters I find
Say her name again and let it rest It will be there when you need it next So I throw my noises to the street So Natalie sees This wave of distraction that's growing in me.