For whom do I swarm around collectivism for
filling that head with things out of force of habit
for what stupid reason, so meaningless
what, hunh? Are you searching for
The autumn wind pierces
In my dreams, entangled in adaptability
I looked down upon a skyless world
that drab dog from that day
looked up at me with its purple eyes
Sing about this transience to the inorganic sky
Let's go beyond, to where you are
ride on the wind headed for tomorrow
in these hands is an empty infinity
I hold up high
Sadness blurs and melts in the autumn sun
I can go on, picturing your sky
the wind headed for tomorrow blows
in these hands, is the empty moment
I hold up high
For whom I am trying to escape from here for
with a stupid halo fluttering 'round my head
filling that head with things out of force of habit
for what stupid reason, so meaningless
what, hunh? Are you searching for
The autumn wind pierces
In my dreams, entangled in adaptability
I looked down upon a skyless world
that drab dog from that day
looked up at me with its purple eyes
Sing about this transience to the inorganic sky
Let's go beyond, to where you are
ride on the wind headed for tomorrow
in these hands is an empty infinity
I hold up high
Sadness blurs and melts in the autumn sun
I can go on, picturing your sky
the wind headed for tomorrow blows
in these hands, is the empty moment
I hold up high
For whom I am trying to escape from here for
with a stupid halo fluttering 'round my head