The is a tall mountain by Lake Irene, where we used to go swimming, where the water was clean,
Where we lived large, where I died petite as the shorts on the shore, folded so neat.
I boarded a train bound for kyoto. I’m getting off the grid, out of cold tokyo.
It’s my choice what’s in my line of sight.
Pink cherry blossoms, not flashing arcade lights.
And when I arrive and sum up the scene, I become a person I’ve never been.
And for a couple weeks I stay the same, then back to myself and back home again.
I’ve got a couple friends, they live on dunluce avenue.
Yno I like to spend my time with them, they make me feel brand new.
The make the night another part of the day.
They smoke the story from the page.
And if I survive past all their days, and if I leave and no one notices my empty space
Well thats the way itll have to be, buti just cannot seem to purge these thoughts so easily.
We will have to see.