Ten mountains stand tall
Nine seasons since fall
Eight eons of sand

Seven oceans began
Now there is none
No more light from the sun

Now waters run free
No more fish in the sea


One more name on the slate
One less minute to wait
Too busy to see two versions of me

One more bottle is dry
One less reason to try


Six feet underneath
Five fingers don't reach
Four seconds it seems for all of our dreams

Three oceans away
Two children at play
Too busy to see two versions of me.