You say you don't want me coming around anymore You sit in the window, you won't answer the door The phone rings and rings You won't let me bring you things anymore. There are 26 steps to your door But I won't be counting those anymore I've got 17 seconds in my room tonight And when that's over I've got faith
So all right, all right all right all right. I burned all the pictures I let the letters loose Taped over the mixes And cut the noose. There are 26 steps to your door But I'm not counting anymore But I'm not counting anymore I'm not counting anymore.