The fall play was a disaster on wheels
Wake me up, shake me up
You're leaving me with the click of your heels
Wake me up, shake me up
I don't want to stay here, but I don't want to wait to go
In January, when they ran away
It's hard to believe it was only seven years ago
Wake me up, i'd rather stay up
Stumbling back home half-awake and unsure
I'm waking up all shaken up
Days turn to nights as I wait for you to emerge
From the still people in moving images
I start to feel my insides slowly sink below
20,000 leagues under the sea
It's hard to live when your life is controlled
By a sleeping pill and a windowsill
Is it fair to still be thinking of the past?
To want more than to make these seasons last?
動画でまだ人々
1月/ザ・ジャーナリスト
あなたの心を開き、
私は家に来ています