Aaa, ooo   Ten mountains stand tall, nine seasons since fall   Eight eons of sand, seven oceans began   Now there is none, no more light from the sun   Now waters run free, no more fish in the sea      One more name on the slate   One less minute to wait   Too busy to see two versions of me   One more bottle is dry, one less reason to try      One more name on the slate   One less minute to wait   Too busy to see two versions of me   One more bottle is dry, one less reason to try      Six feet underneath five fingers don't reach   Four seconds it seems for all of our dreams   Three oceans away two children at play      Too busy to see two versions of me   Two versions of me   Two versions of me   Two versions of me