I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost. Cause it doesn't remind me of anything. With a graveyard tan carrying a cross. Cause it doesn't remind me of anything.
I've got a will this time, I don't care what you say. I've got a feeling this will all go away. It's in the wind this time, it's in the southern sky. I can't walk on water yet won't even try.
Settle down now and sit with me. Let me tell you how this all came to be. A yellow flower with your petals to the air. And flying on paper wings that brought you here.