モノクロの吐息だけで色はまだ見えない散り散りのイメージだけあてどなく集めて
動かない時計の音白い闇の影気怠い声君は歌う(窓辺の感傷で)
言葉にしたくないものだけ言葉にしてみたい水のかたちの歌になって透明に流れる
夜のリズムが君の胸を揺らす埒も無い事だけで泣けて来るまだ白いだけの頁が目を焼いた眠れなくて誰かと遊びたい
削ぎ落とすモノも無くてしどけなく語りすぎて欲望の騒ぎ立てる君だけの歌は何処に
窓からの風が君の頬に触れた眠れなくて誰かと遊びたい
曖昧に光る音符が手に触れた眠らない音たちと遊びたい
Only monochrome sighI can't see the colorOnly separated imagesI aimlessly collect
The sound of an immoveable clockThe shadow of white darkThe lazy voiceYou sing(In sentiment on the window)
I want to say whatI want not to sayThey flow clearSong of water
The night rhythm beats your chestI am going to cry all silly thingsBut white pages printed my eyesI want to play because I can't sleep
I don't have a stripped thingUntidy I talk too muchMy desire make a fussWhere are your song?
The wind from the window touched your cheekI want to play because I can't sleep
The notes vague lightning touched my handsI want to play unsleeping sounds