Ikebukuro Sunshine

I raise my can to the sky
From the other side of the world, we toast and I start to think
I celebrate that distance works once again
I see you pointing your finger: Ikebukuro Sunshine

I didn’t take the turn right and now it’s too late
But stop winking at me, it’s not that abstract, right?
The seasons change but the problems never do
Nor these special needs that we have to deal with

Airports, new maps, the same old dilemmas
I show my vulnerability, and so on, and so forth
And your emojis, they want to take me down
That’s why sometimes I get a little visceral

I think tonight isn’t going to end well
Do you want to stop singing? Look, another train is coming
This city is suffocating me a bit, maybe I need a drink
I think tonight isn’t going to end well