Counting Paths - Matthew And The Atlas

I crossed a clearing yesterday

Somewhere that I recognized

Counted all the paths along the way

Further than I’d been before

Touched your hand but nothing more

No one’s ever looked at me that way

No one’s ever looked at me that way

No one’s ever looked at me that way

Oooh…

Soon your touch will disappear

It’s something that I recognize

Something that I should have come to fear

Trace the lines upon your face

They tell a tale you can’t erase

No one’s ever looked at you that way

No one’s ever looked at you that way

No one’s ever looked at you that way

Oooh…

Well if I could apologize

Put the light back in your eyes

No one’s ever looked at me that way