Broken Count

Seven and eleven and five
Counting every breath I keep alive
The pattern shifts like sand
Slipping through my open hand
Clockwork in my veins
Taking out of frame
I chase the missing beat
Down an empty street
Measure by measure at fault parts
Measure by measure I find the stars
Every broken touch
Forgives the dark

Breathe in and then naked numbers pulled me to the gate
A rhythm made on stone that I can barely hold alone
Clockwork in my veins
Taking out of frame
I chase the missing beat
Down an empty street
Measure by measure at fault parts
Measure by measure I find the stars
Every broken touch
Forgives the dark

Floating through the shimmering line
Straying from the meter signs
Falling out of step and time
Standing where the wild was caught
Measure by measure at fault parts
Measure by measure I find the stars
Every broken touch
Forgives the dark

Counting again
Counting again
Counting again
One more time