COUNT THE SEATS

style

• anthem
• stadium
• huge reverb drums
• massed crowd vocals
• soaring male vocal
• wide guitars
• cinematic build
• big singalong chorus
• british accent
• triumphant and enormous

the numbers

bpm

144

key

A# major

energy

0.68

dance

0.94

valence

0.53

vocal at

1.5s

length

2:53

language

En

lyrics

(count them)

There is a maths to an empty room that nobody teaches you
Eleven is a number you can hold in your two hands
Forty is a shape, four hundred is a weather system
And you learn each one by standing in front of it and singing

And nobody arrives because you deserved it
They arrive because somebody told somebody
Which is slower and better and cannot be hurried

Count the seats, count the seats
I have counted every one of them for nine years

(oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
And every empty one is a promise

Leeds in February, four hundred, and I did not look up once
Because I would have gone, and it was only February

Count the seats, count the seats
I have counted every one of them for nine years

(oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
And every empty one is a promise

(count them...)