Six and Seven Rift

I counted up the quiet in my chest

Kept it neat like change in my pocket

Then you walked in,

shifted the math

Now my steady hands can’t stop it

Six, then seven, I’m on the edge

One step closer, don’t look down

Six, seven, I’m falling into you Six,

seven,

like I always do If it’s a bad idea,

let it be true Six,

seven, I’m counting on you

Six, seven

Mm-mm

Counting on you