And he was here Space is his feature, so don't ask what's on the end Time is his feature, so don't ask what was before Who clapped his hands, snapped his fingers Or pulled him out of a hat? Foolish people are searching in vain A restaurant on the end of space All ends where it began... circles in circles Who made the pulsars dance? Who let the black holes starve? Who said one and one is two? But the speed of light plus anything is still the speed of light What or who is hiding behind the horizon of occurrances For all curious he twisted space highways into the point He's coming from You turn your head to the sky You see thousand questions But even more of them you find looking into mirror So wait, you human... One day you'll find answer to your question "WHY" One day comes your perihelion