If I could play would it be everyday? Hey no way Maybe I should stay And we could do it another day But wait, everyone would be in our way Who's to say? It's just a thought But...
時々溺れそうになるからさ ありふれた日々 遠くで響く音に背を向け耳を塞ぐ Who's to say? It's just a thought But...
Sometimes I feel a little ok Nothin's a bother and it's just the same day All I need is just some room to breathe And everything would be exactly how I need it
These days I feel like it's all up to me Never lookin' up to me But maybe it's supposed to be
If I could play would it be everyday? Hey no way Maybe I should stay And we could do it another day But wait, everyone would be in our way Who's to say? It's just a thought But...
時々崩れそうになるからさ つまらない日々 遠くで見える色に背を向け瞳閉じる Who's to say? It's just a thought
I know it's really difficult to tell a story of a glorified entrepreneur who's boon workin 9 to 5 till the day he died and all he had to live for was a couple of brand new business cards that had never been used. I've been thinking that everything is just a flying fling. And all we are is what we've been doin' for the last 20 minutes. Is it really like this? Or are we keeping ourselves busy from being bothered by others.
