Текст песни
Time machine paints the wall with yesterday's light
While the calendar blushes and missing pages
Time machine keeps the chair warm
For the future me who swears
You'll finally water the plastic fern
Time machine folds laundry so neatly
That even my excuses end up color-sorted
Time machine mails a postcard from next week
Saying, wish you were still here
You are a time machine
Brews coffee so slow
The aroma learns my childhood
Time machine turns a ceiling into a sky
Where midnight birds rehearse sunrise
Time machine hides my heartbreak inside a snow globe
And shakes it till it looks like weather
Time machine teaches my doubts to all
So they step on fewer toes
Time machine fits the whole room inside a pocket
And the pocket still loses its keys
Time machine sets all clocks to kind
And lets the minutes hug the margins
Time machine irons the creases out of silence
Till it drapes like velvet hope
Time machine whispers stay
Till the echo and the echo actually stay
The room, the room, time machine on fire
The room, the room, time machine on fire
The room, the room, time machine on fire
The room, the room, time machine on fire
Time machine blows birthday candles
For every second I almost gave up
And still calls it practice
Time machine keeps the door half open
So the draft can bring rumors of spring
Time machine swaps my regrets for coupons
That expire yesterday and somehow save tomorrow
Time machine turns teardrops into marbles
And my floor becomes a gentle galaxy
Time machine edits my diary with a pencil
That only writes forgiveness
Time machine lends the moon a dimmer switch
So the street can sleep in
Time machine mistakes my worries for origami
And folds them into paper boats
Time machine invites thunder to speak softly