Numbered - Wire

Believing in something

Believing in nothing

Reliving each moment

Or forgetting everything in time

Our days may be numbered

Our nights remain slumbered

Our meter is measured

Or regretting everything in time

You think I’m a dreamer

I’ve never really been there

A presence conjured from thin air

You think I’m a number

Still willing to rhumba

To lay it bare as if I care

Some people have questions

Some people have answers

Some people have nothing

They’re holding everything in time

The spell may be broken

The demons have woken

The days are still pressing

And regressing everything in time

You think I’m a dreamer

I’ve never really been there

A presence conjured from thin air

You think I’m a number

Still willing to rumba

To lay it bare as if I care