Number Our Days Lyrics
| Song | Number Our Days |
| Artist | Max Tundra |
| Album | Parallax Error Beheads You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jacobs | |
| Nothing happens when you die | |
| You don't leave your body or fly off into the sky | |
| The deities you count on were just made up by some guy | |
| Nothing happens when I cry | |
| Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye | |
| A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye | |
| It's a winsome isolation I declare | |
| Your engineering knocks me out of my chair | |
| If mechanicals observed are what we are | |
| Then number our days and point me to the car | |
| Nothing happens by degrees | |
| Your furtive semaphore is hidden by the trees | |
| My predecessor always said you were a tease | |
| Nothing happens every year | |
| I scare a few more people off by saying 'dear' | |
| What is it about my companionship you fear? | |
| Every sentimental minute in your hands | |
| Fills your Januaries with my plans | |
| This is why we leave our ancestors alone | |
| So number our days and lead me to the stone |
| zuo qu : Jacobs | |
| Nothing happens when you die | |
| You don' t leave your body or fly off into the sky | |
| The deities you count on were just made up by some guy | |
| Nothing happens when I cry | |
| Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye | |
| A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye | |
| It' s a winsome isolation I declare | |
| Your engineering knocks me out of my chair | |
| If mechanicals observed are what we are | |
| Then number our days and point me to the car | |
| Nothing happens by degrees | |
| Your furtive semaphore is hidden by the trees | |
| My predecessor always said you were a tease | |
| Nothing happens every year | |
| I scare a few more people off by saying ' dear' | |
| What is it about my companionship you fear? | |
| Every sentimental minute in your hands | |
| Fills your Januaries with my plans | |
| This is why we leave our ancestors alone | |
| So number our days and lead me to the stone |
| zuò qǔ : Jacobs | |
| Nothing happens when you die | |
| You don' t leave your body or fly off into the sky | |
| The deities you count on were just made up by some guy | |
| Nothing happens when I cry | |
| Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye | |
| A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye | |
| It' s a winsome isolation I declare | |
| Your engineering knocks me out of my chair | |
| If mechanicals observed are what we are | |
| Then number our days and point me to the car | |
| Nothing happens by degrees | |
| Your furtive semaphore is hidden by the trees | |
| My predecessor always said you were a tease | |
| Nothing happens every year | |
| I scare a few more people off by saying ' dear' | |
| What is it about my companionship you fear? | |
| Every sentimental minute in your hands | |
| Fills your Januaries with my plans | |
| This is why we leave our ancestors alone | |
| So number our days and lead me to the stone |
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