Windows in the City

We could count all the windows in the city

But you;re far too busy and I'm much too slow

So I will start with the windows in this alley

'Cause you think in cities and I think in boroughs



We could count all the planes at the airport

But that would mean you and I were in the same spot

So I will count all the planes I can see

And I will talk to you like you are next to me



I could count all the birds around me

There must be a storm at sea, there must be a storm at sea



I don't know why they come to me

I will pretent it's them

I won't believe it's me



There was no sound when the birds came down and

There were so many gulls and crows



Now why do you suppose?



There must be a storm at sea

It's clearly them not me



I looked up when you told me too