Ten mountains stand tall Nine seasons since fall Eight eons of sand Seven oceans began Now there is none No more light from the sun Now waters run free No more fish in the sea
One more name on the slate One less minute to wait
Too busy to see two versions of me One more bottle is dry One less reason to try
One more name on the slate One less minute to wait
Too busy to see two versions of me One more bottle is dry One less reason to try
Six feet underneath Five fingers don't reach Four seconds it seems for all of our dreams Three oceans away Two children at play Too busy to see two versions of me Two versions of me Two versions of me Two versions of me