Numbers Man from Indian Summer by Jm Airis

set down the dark streets where the corners lie and the shadows from the trees stretch for miles
Its a shame, such a shame, to go back from where you came that i want to see this one through

thats where ill be taking offers by supply and demand
that's where i'll be waiting for ours, for my man

when we meet i see the pain that it takes to smile either tired from the day or waiting for the night owls; like knots on a rope
but only tied for a minute though i won't lie, other than my heartbeat you wont even know i'm alive. Strange like a ghost

there's the line up so make an offer my tickets in my hand
there's the line so make an offer; say the number my man

thats where ill be taking offers by supply and demand
that's where i'll be waiting for hours for my man, my number man.

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