Eight Billion Thoughts For You

And I Count

I didn't know how to sing

And you taught me

I was new in the city

And you told me you liked me

Oh, that week in Paris

How you looked at me and held my hand

How you thought you knew me before I was even on the plane

And now I'm gone but you're with me

I count

And I count

And I count

Every minute that you're not here.