[Intro] Orange on the wet road. No eyes to close. No head to turn. Nothing behind me. [Verse 1] That face. The back of that head. Both at the same time. The sole of the shoe. The top of the shoe. The wet stone under him, the light coming down on him. I'm getting all of it from everywhere it can be got. Four counts to know the face is mine. [Verse 2] The rain from above it and the rain from underneath. The gutter from the water's side. The watch still going on a wrist that stopped. Nothing arrives. Nothing lands. It's all already here. [Pre-Chorus] A man on his knees. Two hands going down. The chest going down under them. His back. The back of the head above it. He keeps perfect time. He isn't counting me. [Chorus] Somebody's counting I can't get back in Somebody's counting count me in, count me in [Breakdown] The circle opens and there's no order to it. Every back every face the wet road the gap where the siren isn't the shoe the watch the orange the hands still going down all of it level all of it the same size. Except the moth. The moth on the glass is closer than my own face. A streetlight. A streetlight. [Chorus] Somebody's counting I can't get back in Somebody's counting count me in, count me in [Outro] No eyes to close. No head to turn. I'd know if this was sleep. I know this isn't sleep. Count me in. Count me in.
