Even the number of the billions of heartbeats
To you, is a trifle no more than a blink of an eye
Although I'm trapped in the past, lamenting at the future
I must not allow even a dust-sized miscalculation
In theory, we've been given the right to brag vainly about
Both our "infinitely" expanding dream and the future we envision
But the two hands of the clock point out the "finite" factor
I head towards a cruel contract and choice
Hacking to the Gate
That's why, at this very moment, in the span of a second
I wish to cross the world-lines and protect your smile
Then, once again fall into a time loop devoid of misery
Where I will be consumed as a lonely observer
Source[1]
Beats per minute
