Losstime
Creepy Nuts
Lost Time
The sleeping breath of the telegraph pole
The yawn of the infected road
The vending machine taking a nap
Plays quietly
The blinking of the traffic light
The bright eyes of the streetlights
The thread waves spilled by the window
Shining brightly
This is a dance floor, on the silver screen
The audience at the end, everyone is the director
Look, step like singing like Broadway
If it's a mirror ball, it's above the full moon clouds
I'm a stranger, stranger, once in a lifetime
Then shut down, the eyes of passing people
The night view of 120 yen I just inhaled
Can of coffee in hand, again and again
The clock hands beckon towards tomorrow
But we still pay no attention
A brief lost time
I want to embark on a journey to fill this pitch-black blank space
Might as well, holding your hand
Choosing a different path than usual
Escorting you on this runway
The red carpet of asphalt
Standing politely
The street trees are also playing the back
Sirens heard in the distance
The mooing of cows wins
The sleeping breath of the telegraph pole
The yawn of the infected road
The vending machine taking a nap
Plays quietly
The blinking of the traffic light
The bright eyes of the streetlights
The thread waves spilled by the window
Shining brightly
The rusted signboard stands tall
The 'sorry for the inconvenience' poster rolls up its sleeves
The abandoned bicycle takes a sharp turn
Flipping the middle finger to you and me
The surveillance camera is absentmindedly looking around
The curved mirror knows everything
The coin locker holds a secret
The public phone is left hanging after the call
The iron dragon raises its head
Another piece of sky narrows
The arcade looks bored, tossing and turning
The shutters facing each other are a dream
The wind tickles, the empty cans laugh
The discarded cigarette butts slump down
Looking for a lost shoulder to lean on
The lonely crowd is crying
The sleeping breath of the telegraph pole
The yawn of the infected road
The vending machine taking a nap
Plays quietly
The blinking of the traffic light
The bright eyes of the streetlights
The thread waves spilled by the window
Shining brightly
A magic that will melt in a few hours
I don't wanna know
When the sun shines, I'm already alone
To not realize
That I am myself
A magic that will melt in a few hours
I don't wanna know
When the sun shines, I'm already alone
To not realize
That I am myself
