架空の国境を跨ごうとしているまばたき忘れ 呼吸忘れまた振り出しに戻った扉から細く漏れる光
偶然が重なり続ける街煉瓦のように積まれる思想を溶かしてみたい天才だらけの庭
僕はもう生きてはいないかもしれない眩さに驚き 目を開いたまま
若い哲学者の口をガムテープでぐるぐる巻きに開いたページ 破ってしまえそれは未来からの手紙
君はもう生きてはいないかもしれない住み慣れた街の亡霊に取り憑かれて
行こうかな 戻ろうかないっそ踊ろうかな行こうかな 戻ろうかないっそ踊ろうかな
行こうかな 戻ろうかないっそ踊ろうかな行こうかな 戻ろうかないっそ踊ろうかな僕ら自由さ 抜け出してこの長い熱病からもう誰もいなくなって気配だけがざわついている
We're about to straddle an imaginary borderWe forgot to blink and breathWe're starting from square one, againA sliver of light is shining through the door
It's a town where coincidences happen one after anotherAnd are piled up like bricksI want to try dissolving my thoughtsIn this garden peopled only by geniuses
I might not be alive anymoreBut just astonished by the radiance, my eyes still opened
Wind packing tape aroundA young philosopher's mouthRip out the open pagesThey are letters from the future
You might not be alive anymoreBut just possessed by the departed spirits of the town you got used to
Should we leave? Or go back?We might as well dance tooShould we leave? Or go back?We might as well dance too
Should we leave? Or go back?We might as well dance tooShould we leave? Or go back?We might as well dance tooWe are free from this long feverWe snuck awayEveryone else has disappearedOnly their presence is noisy