When the night stops pushing up the day 

When the miles drop me on the open planes 

When I’ve lost grace with the lady of the dawn 

You're what I’m counting on

You're what I’m counting on

Where the bombs break

Right outside my door

And I can’t shake the onset of my wars 

When the stakes are raised

We hold the hand we’ve drawn

You're what I’m counting on

You're what I’m counting on

Where the hounds run

Track me in my sleep

When I can’t trust the company I keep

When I’ve pushed passed the point of pressing on 

You're what I’m counting on

You're what I’m counting on

I’m throwing stones 

Up at your window 

I’m casting shadows 

Upon your door

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