we're already through the looking glass anyway

count seven
count over seven
on your big hands
undulate, over and under
underestimate exhaustion
in sinking sands
what if you were my man?
what if you were my man?

four fingers
i failed that class
but it's raining salt on dry land
my nightmares
fire bibles, motorcycles
no one can wake me like you can.
what if you were my man?
what if you were my man?

the longing,
and the longest winter
may kill off our favorite bands
why seek
when you could quit quitting or beginning?
why wave when you've a number one fan?
what if you were my man?
what if you were my man?

i would never
stitch my name next to yours
although it sounds so nice
on my tongue
well said, steadfast and said and done
but i know you picture me in white