Our days are numbered 555. Times running out to claim your pride. The angels sing into the night. When morning comes, they all take flight. Our days are numbered 321. Your problems come, and then you run. Worries come and worries go You always say, "Time goes too slow." Our days are numbered 102. Death will soon creep up on you. Look to the sky and whisper your dreams, They'll never listen if you scream.