There's me, there's you. (Hoko ten). In a pedestrian paradise. Where the catwalk got its claws. (Meow). . A subculture, in a kaleidoscope of fashion. Prowl the streets of Harajuku.
Show me the way to your heart. I am searching. But I'm drifting apart. . Everything's gone, far away. Here we're standing now. With no words left to say.