ヴィンテージのデニムをはいてカーテンをあけたらそっと 甘いリネンを抱えカーテンの腕に巻かれ吹かれるように Wrapped in curtains I still feel the morning sound Don't miss it, don't diss it,I'll be waiting count it or I must go crazy
Oh silence,bring my soul up here,bring me up when there's nothing near Tired of saviours that are not real In a way that you hold,way that you hold me away
ビッグベンに明かりが見えて見上げたらそれは大きく 包み込んで この瞬間はこの街もあたたかい Big ben it's gotta light so tenderly and this city is warm as it's supposed to be Listening to coldplay on the northern line Don't miss it,don't diss it,I'll be waiting count it or I must go crazy
Oh silence,bring my soul up here,bring me up when there's nothing near Tired of saviours that are not real In a way that you hold,way that you hold me away
冷たい風に 埃まみれの靴 Oh silence,bring my soul up here,bring me up when there's nothing near Tired of saviours that are not real In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away
