Текст песни
(Verse 1)
X equals the rustle of the pines
Y is the shadow in the lines
I draw a circle in the dust upon the floor
Defining limits of a life I lived before
Leningrad is cold, the chalk is dry
Underneath this West Virginia sky
(Chorus)
In the geometry of quiet
I find the sum of all my years
A steady pulse, a silent riot
Calculated smiles and measured tears
Between the cosine and the breath
I’ve found a simple path to rest
(Verse 2)
Variable winds through the open door
Integrals of light across the floor
My nylon strings are vibrating in phi
A perfect ratio beneath a velvet sky
No more proofs to show, no more glass to break
Just the golden logic of a calm mistake
(Bridge)
(Soft synthesizer solo, mimicking a sine wave)
The square root of the silence is the song I play
The remainder of the daylight fades away
Zero is the center, one is where I stand
Tracing fractal patterns in the sand
(Outro)
Mathematical...
Metaphysical...
Solving for the peace I finally found.
(Fade out with the sound of a distant woodpecker and soft analog hiss)
