the pendulum swings in an arc it left me in an afterimage still grope my way in the dark as I turn over the page
oh, I gotta find a shine of torch oh, I wanna wind the hand on the watch make a move
the same as the morning dawns while the moon gives a yawn when the blooming season comes we break into a run so run
like a stone makes a ripple on the surface of water we cause a small change to the silent order
the pendulum swings in an arc it left me in an afterimage I lost my way in the park like a child at a tender age
oh, I gotta find a shine of torch oh, I wanna wind the hand on the watch make a move
when a raven flies around we break into a run so runs
like a stone makes a ripple on the surface of water we cause a small change to the silent order we'd better make a move
a weak and tiny mind swings with all its might trying to keep from stopping in this night the twinkle of a light that we lose and find swings with all its might trying to keep from stopping in this night
