Yeah!

A faint light of a street lamp that flashes above the street

Covered by the rain

Still waiting sunlight

And the return of the waves

Still waiting sunlight

And the return of the waves

We’ll be the portrait, the roses on the desk

We’ll be the portrait, reflecting someone else

Betrayal split my soul side to fucking side

Will be my exile

Will be my exile

Betrayal split my soul side to fucking side

Betrayal split my soul side to fucking side

Still waiting sunlight

And the return of the waves

Still waiting sunlight

And the return of the waves

We’ll be the witnesses of a story never told

In dying days

Condemned by this world

Living in a glass case seems to have remained

Nothing to choose now

There’s no turning back

Living in a glass case seems to have remained

Nothing to choose now

There’s no turning back