One, two, three, four, five
Four, Three, two, one, zero...

Reason verse of prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in all good signs
And waiting coats cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you

Careful plays on feilds that seem to vanish
When they're in between
And softly as I walk away in freshly tattered shoes
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you

Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right, standing more at ease
Silouhettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news
I cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you

Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right, standing more at ease

Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right, standing more at ease
Silouhettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you