Only the grass on the plateau
Is a little greener
But there's no need to think about it

There's no need to lay our hand on it
Trying to understand
Where the point to hit is
Tick-tock, tick-tock
For every geometry
Tick-tock, tick-tock
It takes imagination

There's a light that is not the moon
In a darkness that is not the night
And a voice that is not a voice
That doesn't speak, but speaks of me

Suddenly my hand burns
The green air of the cloth on the plane
Tick-tock
And the game takes away
Rolling my life away

That's why you hold your breath
Until you stay down
And forever means never again

Tick-tock, tick-tock
For every geometry
Tick-tock, tick-tock
It takes imagination

There's a light that is not the moon
In a darkness that is not the night
And a voice that is not a voice
That doesn't speak but speaks with me

And suddenly it brushes my hand
The green grass of this plateau
Tick-tock
And the game takes away
Rolling my life away

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