Counting Steps

Only the steady blue glare on my desk

And the ticking of the clock

in the hall

Everyone's gone, I am the last one left

To watch the shadows stretch

on the wall

Who keeps the count of my steps down the stairs?

Who knows the hour

the last circuit dies?

Does anybody hear these unsaid prayers

Under the gaze of these glass-paneled skies? (ahhhh)

I click the switch

and the room disappears

The city below

is a grid in the rain

Wondering if

in the passing of years

I've left a trace

on this window pane

Who keeps the count of my steps down the stairs?

(we always did) Who knows the hour the last circuit dies?

(we always knew)

We watched you leave through the quiet and cold

Someone was counting Someone was holding the light (we always were) (always,

always)