Stopping at a convenience store,
To buy 350ml canned beers,
I’m on a night walk with you;
The clock’s hand is pointing at the 0 hour.
“Do you know what Chronostasis is?”
“I don’t,” you say.
It’s a phenomenon,
Where the clock appears to have stopped.
Holiday’s midnight;
With the palm of my hand a bit sweaty,
Its temperature feels like that of child.
I want to go a place no one knows…
I want to learn a secret no one knows…
Under the streetlights, your hair…
Sways and sways… just like in a dream…
Sways and sways… something’s definitely up…
Holiday’s midnight;
Just for tonight, forget the way home.
I feel kinda, you know, real good.
Under the streetlights, your shadow…
Sways and sways… just like in a dream…
Sways and sways… something’s definitely up…
The speed at which we walk is different,
So I match myself up to 83 BPM.
I’m on a night walk with you;
Don’t bother saying anything more about it.
“Do you know what Chronostasis is?”
“I don’t,” you say.
I hear it’s a phenomenon,
Where the clock appears to have stopped.
Sways and sways… just like in a dream…
Sways and sways… something’s definitely up…
Stopping at a convenience store,
To buy 350ml canned beers,
I’m on a night walk with you;
The clock’s hand is pointing at the 0 hour.
“Do you know what Chronostasis is?”
“I don’t,” you say.
It’s a phenomenon,
Where the clock appears to have stopped.