Takes a step back
From the vacant chair
Looking in the mirror
While she's combing her hair
Wipes the dust from a cup
While she's cleaning up
Wonders very slightly
What she's doing there
A simple reflection
Can be too revealing
Years are for counting
Years are for stealing
She's a mathematician
Calculator
Counting daily
Counting forever
Cold clean glass
And a razor blade
Fly on the table
And a passing car
Closes the curtain to
Keep in the shade
Closes her head
And now she's counting down
Dust is collecting
But she doesn't notice
Counting for ever
She's a calculator
No one can see her
No one can see her
And the dust is collecting
