[Verse 1]
Missing that wounded girl
Puttin' on her canine teeth
Sun come burn the clouds
Peace come get me now
I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the pealing hours
Harder edges today
Harder edges today

[Verse 2]
Burgeoning sky all day grey
Like living in a tupperware box
Locks of hair under glass
Stuck full of flies of the past
And I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the pealing hours
She was capable and kind but not inclined
She was capable and kind but not inclined

[Chorus]
Oh don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't ask around about me
Shadows are deep and the angles are keen
Lift me out of this pinball machine