| Song | Number in Slate |
| Artist | Nikki Kummerow |
| Album | Firecracker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When your time is up | |
| And you’ve given all you’ve got | |
| There’s always someone ready to take your place | |
| You’re nothing but a number in slate | |
| I thought this was it | |
| Time has a way of making you stick | |
| Or run from your guns | |
| Time makes a fool of young love | |
| Don’t let it go to your head | |
| There’s nothing worse if they never meant what they said | |
| So let us all fall to our knees | |
| There’s no reason to cause a scene | |
| When your days out number your weight | |
| You will find you were just | |
| A number in slate | |
| Though my hands were tied | |
| I never thought you would recognise | |
| My face in a crowd with all those people around | |
| I was taken by the fear of holy ground | |
| So take what’s left of the day | |
| Pack up your things and be on your way | |
| When every door slams into your face | |
| Well that’s just what they say | |
| Don’t let it go to your head | |
| There’s nothing worse if they never meant what they said | |
| So let us all fall to our knees | |
| There’s no reason to cause a scene | |
| When your days out number your weight | |
| You will find you were just | |
| A number in slate |
| When your time is up | |
| And you' ve given all you' ve got | |
| There' s always someone ready to take your place | |
| You' re nothing but a number in slate | |
| I thought this was it | |
| Time has a way of making you stick | |
| Or run from your guns | |
| Time makes a fool of young love | |
| Don' t let it go to your head | |
| There' s nothing worse if they never meant what they said | |
| So let us all fall to our knees | |
| There' s no reason to cause a scene | |
| When your days out number your weight | |
| You will find you were just | |
| A number in slate | |
| Though my hands were tied | |
| I never thought you would recognise | |
| My face in a crowd with all those people around | |
| I was taken by the fear of holy ground | |
| So take what' s left of the day | |
| Pack up your things and be on your way | |
| When every door slams into your face | |
| Well that' s just what they say | |
| Don' t let it go to your head | |
| There' s nothing worse if they never meant what they said | |
| So let us all fall to our knees | |
| There' s no reason to cause a scene | |
| When your days out number your weight | |
| You will find you were just | |
| A number in slate |
| When your time is up | |
| And you' ve given all you' ve got | |
| There' s always someone ready to take your place | |
| You' re nothing but a number in slate | |
| I thought this was it | |
| Time has a way of making you stick | |
| Or run from your guns | |
| Time makes a fool of young love | |
| Don' t let it go to your head | |
| There' s nothing worse if they never meant what they said | |
| So let us all fall to our knees | |
| There' s no reason to cause a scene | |
| When your days out number your weight | |
| You will find you were just | |
| A number in slate | |
| Though my hands were tied | |
| I never thought you would recognise | |
| My face in a crowd with all those people around | |
| I was taken by the fear of holy ground | |
| So take what' s left of the day | |
| Pack up your things and be on your way | |
| When every door slams into your face | |
| Well that' s just what they say | |
| Don' t let it go to your head | |
| There' s nothing worse if they never meant what they said | |
| So let us all fall to our knees | |
| There' s no reason to cause a scene | |
| When your days out number your weight | |
| You will find you were just | |
| A number in slate |