Takes a step back From the vacant chair Looking in the mirror While she's combing her hair Wipes the dust from a cup While she's cleaning up Wonders very slightly What she's doing there
A simple reflection Can be too revealing Years are for counting Years are for stealing She's a mathematician
Calculator Counting daily Counting forever
Cold clean glass and a razor blade Fly on the table and a passing car Closes the curtain to keep in the shade Closes her head and now she's counting down
Dust is collecting But she doesn't notice Counting for ever She's a calculator No-one can see her
She's invisible now No-one can see her And the dust is collecting
