Crime And Punishment

On the morning Yamate Street pointing to the law
Throwing away the cigarette ashtray
Today, once again, there is no place to step
The small room indulges in loneliness

Don't love the unsettling screams
Don't look at the future
Just stack up the certainty of now
Call my name properly
Touch my body, admit that this is all I need

I love you, crying alone, searching the night road, but it's empty
Even the ticket gate's comfortable chair doesn't cast your shadow

The distorted transience of the Takei days
The scent of Seven Stars
Evoking the seasons as if tasting them
The very thing I desired
Merely surpassing contradictions
Perhaps even clouding the voice of the one I love the most

German cars and police cars breaking the silence
Siren explosions, reality with solutions and absurdity

Don't love the unsettling screams
Don't look at the future
Just stack up the certainty of now
Call my name properly
Touch my body, admit that this is all I need

Don't love the unsettling screams
Just stack up the certainty of now
Call my name properly
Touch my body, admit that this is all I need

On the morning Yamate Street pointing to the law
Throwing away the cigarette ashtray
Today, once again, there is no place to step
The small room indulges in loneliness