Numbers
Another day breaks cold
Numbers in my hand
Frost on morning breath
Walking through this land
Each step measured slow
Following commands
[Pre-chorus]
Twenty-three today, written in the frost
Add it to the list that keeps growing long
(Growing long, growing long)
[Chorus]
Morning count, same routine, different faces
Line by line, name by name, leaving traces
How many more pages must I fill?
How many more numbers until we're still?
The ink runs black on white
But the stains won't wash away tonight
[Verse 2]
Your photo's creased and worn
Tucked inside my sleeve
Should've been home now
Instead you chose to leave
Metal tags in rows
Is this what you believe?
[Pre-chorus]
Thirty-eight today, carved into the ice
Just another page of paradise
(Paradise lost, paradise lost)
[Chorus]
Morning count, same routine, different faces
Line by line, name by name, leaving traces
How many more pages must I fill?
How many more numbers until we're still?
The ink runs black on white
But the stains won't wash away tonight
[Breakdown]
One by one they fade to numbers
Statistics clean and pure
But I remember every face
Every smile, every cure
THEY WERE MORE THAN NUMBERS
They were more than numbers...
[Final Verse]
Another day breaks cold
Numbers in my hand
But now I see their eyes
In this frozen land
Each step measured slow
I can't understand
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