Hard to leave a maybe lover
Hard to see anything but you
A quick vacation in the winter left me looking at the mountains
Seeing your ghost in the mountains wondering when
You'd see me again
When the snow is gone in August
Or if you pay the Spanish plaines
My hair will tangle like you promised from sleeping beside you
Your hands in my hair beside you
But until then
I'll see you in numbers my friend
And maybe if we shared a country
I'd make me coffee, make you tea
We'd watch the sun rise over Iceland
And I wouldn't have to cry when you'd leave
So I'll sit in your silence
But I won't wait for you
I'll see you in numbers
Because you're good at straightening them
And I'll kiss you when the snow falls again
I'll see you in numbers my friend