Don't look, don't think, don't speak don't try Don't smile, don't care and don't reply Disband your plans to question why You are a company man Sit tight, grip light, spit shoes shine bright Count days that your face feels real life like Squint eyes see hearts in the brake lights And they're starting to dance Heaven comes seven at a time Dressed in metal with a face of feathers They cast white shadows as they climb I sat counting birds with a friend of mine If you could shove your luck to the nearest line in the sand Sneak sketch out a redesign Three strokes and you've got to cross a peace sign It's not a company plan Slapped back there are streets that they need you to pound Smash your feet through the concrete and into the ground Be a piece of a part of the background And shake my hand Heaven comes seven at a time Dressed in metal with a face of feathers They cast white shadows as they climb I sat counting birds with a friend of mine My sky goes blue, grey, blue, grey Won't catch my drifting away Mouth closed, bespoke and handmade Won't catch my drifting away You hear rolling drums when you grind your teeth It's too fast trying to march to your heartbeat Love's in your blood but it runs much too deep And silent as hell Heaven comes seven at a time Dressed in metal with a face of feathers They cast white shadows as they climb I sat counting birds with a friend of mine