Torn shirt
Shattered pride
Dragging it along now
Grasp that sticky, greasy love
And swing it around
Carrying a withered, parched talent
Hold onto it now
Grasp that sticky, greasy love
And swing it around
On the gently continuing streets
A shopping cart starts to slide
The stirring of a new era
The scent of wild roses blooming
“I want to stay connected”
Antique fragments gleamed
Rusted and torn circuits
Replace them now
Grasp that sticky, greasy love
And swing it around
On the soles of their light steps
Are Amoebas
The stirring of a new era
The scent of wild roses blooming
“I want to stay connected”
Antique fragments gleamed
Reflecting in the mirror with a dull face
Covering oneself with a blanket, unable to do anything
Still talking about the future with someone
Wanting to shine weakly until the day burns out
The stirring of a new era
Antique fragments gleamed
“I want to stay connected”