Testo di Hawking

god forbid we're silent swear you won't tell a soul often i pretend i'm at peace with consequence more lies to make us confident in our judgment who will know who will notice us we lay awake in the paradox of our space where gravity bends light around the sun insomniacs in quest for true position we navigate with knowledge like god time cant be protected time is dangerous often i pretend i'm a clock and you're the hands more lies to make them understand we're getting closer i feel like a god