現実を嗤う(genjitsuwowarau) 東京事変

you say those proverbs as if you had contrived them
i know your arrogance , but do not point it out
and youve not changed a bit in three long dismal years
i think your flaw isnt so much your fault as a charm
maybe i will meet you one day , maybe wednesday , maybe not . . .
still , im sure to meet you anyway , maybe thursday , maybe not . . .

i want to be you
just like a leaf that has flown away with the wind and the rain
this " romance " is so mellow , and " so real "
just like a song that has died away with a flash in the night
i would like to be composed of you

you tell your stories as if you had no respect for anyone
i sing my songs as if i were a prostitute
you take a snap at me , and stuff yourself on my welfare
i feel like i am clinging to a cloud
maybe i will kiss you slowly , maybe quickly , maybe not . . .
still , im sure to kiss you anyway , maybe sweetly , maybe not . . .

i want to be you
its hard to spend a lifetime for myself with the quakes and the storm
this " romance " is an error , and " surreal "
its clear that i love your insensitiveness like the hills and the sky
i would like to be merged into you

you say those proverbs as if you had contrived them
i know your arrogance, but do not point it out
and you've not changed a bit in three long dismal years
i think your flaw isn't so much your fault as a charm
maybe i will meet you one day, maybe wednesday, maybe not・・・
still, i'm sure to meet you anyway, maybe thursday, maybe not・・・

i want to be you
just like a leaf that has flown away with the wind and the rain
this “romance” is so mellow, and “so real”
just like a song that has died away with a flash in the night
i would like to be composed of you

you tell your stories as if you had no respect for anyone
i sing my songs as if i were a prostitute
you take a snap at me, and stuff yourself on my welfare
i feel like i am clinging to a cloud
maybe i will kiss you slowly, maybe quickly, maybe not・・・
still, i'm sure to kiss you anyway, maybe sweetly, maybe not・・・

i want to be you
it's hard to spend a lifetime for myself with the quakes and the storm
this “romance” is an error, and “surreal”
it's clear that i love your insensitiveness like the hills and the sky
i would like to be merged into you