Unable to ever return home again
I don’t need goodbyes
Go mad for me
The clock’s second hand
Gently carving up the night
But in my heart, there’s no such thing as time
With your sweet scent still clinging to me
Holding my breath tight
I push it deep down
It’d be nice if I could put it into words
I’d embrace this unexplainable scene
Unable to ever return home again
I don’t need goodbyes
Laugh for me
In a town that had closed its eyes
I turned back at night
And gave a close inspection
To the words I’ve no use for, scattered in my bag
I tried lining them up at my desk
Yet no matter how hard I try, they’re not enough
I push them into my dreams
It’d be nice if I could put it into words
It’s all just things that disappear as I grasp them
But even so, in a world with you in it
I get the feeling I can believe the word called “hope”
Wavering, wavering today and tomorrow
Wavering, wavering you and me
One, two shadows grow dim, taking their leave
The more we try to love
The more we come to know ugliness
And yet, we can’t go on without loving
It’d be nice if I could put it into words
I’d embrace this unexplainable scene
Unable to ever return home again
I don’t need goodbyes
Go mad for me