Takes a step back
  From the vacant chair
  Looking in the mirror
  While she's combing her hair
  Wipes the dust from a cup
  While she's cleaning up
  Wonders very slightly
  What she's doing there
    A simple reflection
  Can be too revealing
  Years are for counting
  Years are for stealing
  She's a mathematician
    Calculator
  Counting daily
  Counting forever...
    Cold clean glass and a razor blade
  Fly on the table and a passing car
  Closes the curtain to keep in the shade
  Closes her head and now she's counting down
    Dust is collecting
  But she doesn't notice
  Counting for ever
  She's a calculator
  No-one can see her
    She's invisible now
  No-one can see her
  And the dust is collecting