Negai Lyrics - Zoology

Out on a whim 

In a crystalline shine 

We're taking a swim 

Through the rivers of our minds 

In a fallible season 

Could be a close call 

But that's not a reason 

The wind won't break your fall 

Cause I can show you to the sun 

Got a ticket to oblivion 

In a forest, an adventure 

but don't you worry there's no pressure 

Cause we can take another way 

A detour into outer space 

Out of the blue and to the moon 

On a rocket over blessed horizon 

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Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away 

Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, 

We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to 

Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it 

Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away 

Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, 

We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to 

Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it 

We're taking a trip 

To a colourful place 

With a million stars 

Yeah, all that you could wish on 

And we can erase 

all our little mistakes 

start again and paint, 

a brand new constellation 

Photos 

Cause I can take your rain away 

Throw it up and let it ricochet 

Give it up into the zephyr 

And don't you worry there's no pressure 

Cause we can take another way 

a detour into outer space 

out of the blue and to the moon, 

on a rocket over blessed horizon, 

Yeah I can take your rain away 

Throw it up and let it ricochet 

Give it up into the zephyr 

So don't you worry there's no pressure 

Cause we can take another way 

a detour into outer space 

out of the blue and to the moon 

on a rocket over blessed horizon 

Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away 

Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, 

We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to 

Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it 

Our condition of optimism has wasted itself away 

Imagination and colour vision have lost themselves to the grey, 

We could be swinging on the moon if you would want to 

Swinging on the moon, bet you could rise to it