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
