Filled up an empty gaping hole
No doubt that it must be love.
Still I’m left crying This is the end of the road
It had always been you, but now you’re no more

The morning that never comes to Tokyo city
It’s 3:30 and the streetlights are brighter than the moon
Cuz I got dressed with the lights off in my room
When I moved to a room in the corner, the view was so fine
There was a beautiful woman living in the room on the right
Bed up against the wall on the left side

Of course there was lovin’ And kissing,
And steamy nights of making love
Just like the script of a romance flick
But nothing turned out that way, not one bit
All that must have been the fault of love
You can be so cruel, master of fate up above
In the end just forget it, think I’ve had enough

Filled up an empty gaping hole
No doubt that it must be love.
Still I’m left crying This is the end of the road
It had always been you, but now you’re no more

A chance meeting as common as
Novels that start with a quote
Not us, we’re different, no
Come on, at least convince me that you are
This relationship can’t be a mistake
Fed up with someone’s character everyday
I’m just living so I myself don’t feel ashamed

Give me your heart so pure unstained and unharmed
Without knowing your secrets I want to know you just as you are
If you’re sentenced to crime and punishment you can tell it to me
“Love is born then forgotten for someone to hold someone”

When it changes from “We” to just “Me”
When I can forgot how you move and breathe
I think that’s the scariest thing

If the catchphrase is “love”
Singing a cold-hearted song
Said you cried yourself to sleep
Warmth isn’t a problem, you see
That’s something I know
Something I’ve always known
You said that without me
You would never be complete

The morning comes to Tokyo city
Turn the dial a little on the portable radio
The morning moves one with songs everyone knows
Hairs are turning grey forgetting night turns into day
5:30 and the streetlights start to fade
When the sun rises the moon leaves its scent
Everything we were, all gone, nothing left
Can this be real, wish this small room could tell me

Put the blame on our gender and leave it at that
Going out on the town with the face of another
Should have held that hand tight when I had the chance
Empty but putting on human clothes
For us from now on, what will satisfy us both
Is it love or not Now I can’t be so certain
The sound of opening of the front door
Morning changes to shadow from behind the curtain

Filled up an empty gaping hole
No doubt that it must be love.
Still I’m left crying This is the end of the road
It had always been you, but now you’re no more