I Know The Numbers

I am the light gone out in your eyes
I am the secret you won’t whisper or disguise
I am the blond hair you keep inside your hands
I thought my heart would never speak this way again
She will be my city
She will be my symmetry
She stands on tip-toe
So shallow and so cold
I can dance with the Devil
But I can’t live with the numbers
I have felt the cold shadows
So solid and so cold
We pull the blind down to keep the world away
I have yet to encounter the essence of your face
I will bury your mystery to the end of the world
When your devotion is so hard to hold
She will be my city
She will be my symmetry
She stands on tip-toe
So shallow and so cold
I can dance with the Devil
But I can’t live with the numbers
I have felt the cold shadows
So solid and so cold