The light on the leaves
At the end of the street
From where it all started
From where you will leave
When it's funeral moon
It feels like you break
These pills make you hurt more
But your head makes you ache
Feel the breeze through
The half opened window
Singing at 2 am
Feel the memories blend through
These spirits of shinto
Let them do their dance
And when the sun will rise
Your evening skies will fade
And as the rain will fall
Your wooden legs will break
Feel the breeze through
The half opened window
Singing at 2 am
Feel the memories blend through
These spirits of shinto
Let them do their dance