I live in a plastic shell
A humming and heavy spell
I feel every step she takes
Until the old tension breaks
Spinning round in a rusty wheel
Counting things that I can feel
Counting steps by the coastal road
Carrying a heavy load
She holds a small silver lens
Where the gray highway overpass ends
She captures the salt in the air
With a ribbon of brown in her hair
Spinning round in a rusty wheel
Counting things that I can feel
Counting steps by the coastal road
Carrying a heavy load
My brown ribbon starts to fray
As we walk through the gold of the day
I catch the sound of her shoe
And the wind blowing cold and blue
Spinning round in a rusty wheel
Counting things that I can feel
Counting steps by the coastal road
Carrying a heavy load
She clicks on the shutter tight
To freeze a small piece of the light
I store every breath in my core
Until she can't walk anymore
Spinning round in a rusty wheel
Counting things that I can feel
Counting steps by the coastal road
Carrying a heavy load
Just a click and a humming sound
Feet are resting on the ground Counting steps.
Counting steps.
