Breeze at the tip of trembling fingers,
Waves sweeping the nightfallen shores,
Oh sea, oh the orange waters,
From where, until when, to me, Addio--
The roads heal up like molds and shatter like dreams,
Despair is so closer than hope, So Funny Game
God, Be Here, God, Be There.
"It's not even laughable" or so I mumbled.
In my stretched grasp is fantasy,
I believed that there is no future for me.
Beliving that the distant horizon is
just an unreached cliff
I'll go blue deep moon
For you In Done
Horizen After Sunrise Surfer Heaven
Oh, the heart waving at nostalgia,
Is this one for me?
In my stretched grasp is fantasy,
I believed that there is no future for me.
Beliving that the distant horizon is
just an unreached cliff
I'll go blue deep moon
For you In Done
Horizen After Sunrise Surfer Heaven
Oh, the heart waving at nostalgia,
Is the heart for me.
I'll go blue deep moon
For you In Done
Horizen After Sunrise Surfer Heaven
Faintly scintillating hope, waving its hands,
This hope is perhaps for my heart.
Oh sea, oh the orange waters,
Please, be with me 'till today...