One, two, three One, two One, two Count to seven, never eight One beat short of normal fate Clapping rhythms no one knows Dancing where the oddness flows They keep asking why I'm late But I arrive in seven-eight They march in fours, I walk in sevens They find their hell, I find my heaven In asymmetric time I'm living in seven-eight time One step ahead or one behind Never landing where you'd expect Perfectly imperfect by design Seven-eight time Yeah, seven-eight time Your metronome can't follow me I'm syncopated, wild and free When you hit one, I'm on the three Mathematics of eccentricity Don't try to make me keep your beat My rhythm's got an extra feet They march in fours, I walk in sevens They find their hell, I find my heaven In asymmetric time I'm living in seven-eight time One step ahead or one behind Never landing where you'd expect Perfectly imperfect by design Seven-eight time My seven-eight time Count it with me now One, two, three, four, five, six, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Break! I'm living in seven-eight time One beat short of the party line They can't dance to what I am But I don't need them to understand Seven-eight time This is my seven-eight time One, two, three One, two One, two (Count to seven, never eight)more