If you lament each day behind a rusted complexion,
All that will lie before you is distance.

You’re tangled up behind a tightly shut door,
Crouched down in the corner of a dimly lit room.
But if you unlock the windows that have begun to fog up,
And jump from the sill,
The real world is out there waiting for you.

You can choose to wait quietly for the journey to end,
Or search out all your hopes that were collecting dust.

On the other side of these tracks,
Is a bullet-train track leading on past an old factory;
An expansive sea of gray,
Paired with all the fantasies born from it.

You’re tangled up behind a tightly shut door,
Crouched down in the corner of a dimly lit room.
But if you unlock the windows that have begun to fog up,
And jump from the sill,
The real world is out there waiting for you.

錆びた顔色で日々を嘆けば
広がる距離だけ眺めて 遥か

固く閉ざしたドアの奥でずっと絡まって
薄暗い部屋の端でじっと踞って
曇りはじめた窓の鍵にそっと手を伸ばして
飛び出せばそこに
現実の世界が君を待っているから

旅路の終わりを静かに待つか
埃にまみれた希望の在処を探す

線路を越えた向こうには
古い工場に続く幹線道路
遠く灰色の海の
その先の風景と接続する想像を

固く閉ざしたドアの奥でずっと絡まって
薄暗い部屋の端でじっと踞って
曇りはじめた窓の鍵にそっと手を伸ばして
飛び出せばそこに
現実の世界が君を待っているから