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
