The gra** is screaming long Midnight cars roll past I've been chasing your room While the summer lasts So count it on your fingers if we got it wrong It's because the days have no numbers If we leave tonight then we leave it all behind Drinking alphabetically because the beauty's gone all sore Honey dripping pale of skin while there's bodies underneath The floor So count it on your fingers If we got it wrong it's cause the days have no numbers If we leave tonight Then we leave it all behind