A pillow (a cold stone)
All words will burst and become
(Firecrackers and claps)
In sips (gasping for air)
From a storm in my teacup
A clock hand, biting
(Caught itself by the tail)
There is no time of love
For love it's non-discrete
Mold gaps into contour
With a needle or with a paper clip
In one continuous ray
But touch it and it falls apart
A ray is just line segments
Not thinking of something big
And in every line segment
There is neither future nor origin
There is no time of love
For love it's non-discrete
And brackets of multiple dots
Will suddenly remind a cage
And it means there is a limit
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
For a pair of braided pigtails
I would give anything just to take a look
Like through the window of a kiosk
And I wish I could build you
From stars fallen from the sky
And time is rolling somewhere
Time has no wheels
For love it's non-discrete
A step, one more step, a gap
Now all we have to do is run
Or go and breath our hearts out
And the line segment is closed for us
And one more step forward
A ray of fate will break
And thus stop time again
(But there is no time of love)
Did everything, tried
Thousand variants
And it seems that there is no limit
But when it seems so
You should put a cross
So between two noughts
The third one wouldn't fit
And the game would continue
Did everything, tried
Thousand variants
And it seems that there is no limit
But when it seems so
You should put a cross
So between two noughts
The third one wouldn't fit
And the game would continue
Did everything, tried
Thousand variants
And it seems that there is no limit
But when it seems so
You should put a cross
So between two noughts
The third one wouldn't fit
A pillow (a cold stone)
All words will burst and become
(Firecrackers and claps)
In sips (gasping for air)
From a storm in my teacup
A clock hand biting
(Caught itself by the tail)
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
Caught itself
Caught itself