26:10 - ( 26時10分 )

Romaji

You make irregular call to me It’s always out of blue
I pick it up even if middle of week
You’re barging in to my room, looking cross saying nothing.
And the light’s just get turned down
I know this kind of nights don’t always know where it’s going
Just ending up shutting the hole in my soul
I feeling ashamed of myself little excited
Trying to hide it, I just bite my nail
A Porsche now drives away
I see that streaming in is the light
Your face is black and white
Tell me who you’re thinking about?
It goes round and round and round
Ain’t no tomorrow shining down on me
I paint in black all of memories out
Bind up the clock hands overlapped
And lock you deep into the night
Forget about sunrise never to return
The world’s got hollow I focus in
Bind up the clock hand overlapped
Dive into this stuck world with you
In the refrigerator’s orange light
A sparkling cup of Wilkinson
Then I’m blinded by a silence
Well it makes me feel like crying now
Don’t you leave the hollow warmth do you?
I know yourself better than you guess
Just can’t tell my feeling to this little piece time on my right hand.
I’m looking into the dark It was like a mirror of myself
My face is black and white
Tell me what I’m thinking about?
It goes round and round and round and round and round
Now I got the feeling
For a moment Your eyes caught my eyes
I waver in my mind Only to take a breath and my stupid words away
The orange light leaking out from a refrigerator
Every night the Wilkinson I’m only to cater to myself
It makes me a hater, cannot face it later
‘Cause the devil’s getting greater and greater, I know
I’m in the place of black and white
One day I hope it’s gonna be alright
It’s a toughest life in the roughest dream
We can look at each other lit by the sunbeam
Maybe I’m falling into the bottom of golden slumber
You and I vaguely share a laugh
Led astray by a momentary dream
What is gonna waiting for me in bottom of golden slumber
The regret awaken by Turing over
Finally I feel the sent shakes it outta sleep
Ain’t no tomorrow shining down on me
I paint in black all of memories out
Bind up the clock hands overlapped
And lock you deep into the night
If moonlight is too dazzling for me
Smoke of cigarette would be a cloud
Bind up the clock hands overlapped
Dive into this stuck world with you