How do I tell you
I miss you so
Today the subway noises remind me of America
So far away
I'm here in Tokyo
I write many letters and I think of you
I'm lost here without you
I dream many dreams
And this whole town is made of dream fibres
Enter any where you want
At the entrance
It is already being woven
Temples stand on dream fibre edges
A praying voice
Follows the music of a wave
And if you notice closely
The narrow city streets
Are made of thin fibres
And dreams are running