Maretu Coin Locker Baby
[Translated From Japanese, Lyrics Will Vary]
Bundling up this virtually nonexistent secret between us
The locker it goes
Bundling up the fruit of our love, too
and into the locker it goes
Thus I tried to refill my heart with a delusional happiness
By locking it up
(I have so much work to do, I'm really busy)
Any unwanted burden? O-o-o-o-off it goes
Bundling up all the sensations at the very tips of my fingers
And into the locker they go
Bundling up all the emotions scraped out from my throat
And into the locker they go
You're too needy, I don't have any need for you
So what? What's wrong with that, huh?
(Let's rid ourselves of this troublesome secret.)
So irresponsible, what you said…!
Well then, goodbye, goodbye, my coin locker baby
Vent your deep-seated grudge
One after another, the seeds rushed into the mix
quiveringly, trying to raise their budding heads
But I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my coin locker baby
Burn up your karmic cycle of life
Escaping from all pains, you fled into the world of dreams
Laughing from that place removed from reality…
Bundling up all the sensations from the nerves on my back
And into the locker they go
Bundling up all the emotions spat out from the phone
And into the locker they go
I'm taking a step back to get a good look
At this virtually nonexistent secret between us
Bundling up the tangled evidence of our love
And into the locker it goes again
Humans can't help growing old, like oil can't help growing cold?
So what? What's wrong with that, huh?
(We've rid ourselves of that troublesome secret.)
Come on, just tell me you love me already…!
An injured heart, and a broken dream
I tried to bring back the precious feeling I once had
But it's fallen completely apart, blotched and ugly
Stained with filth, unprotected, inside
I waited and waited, but in the end, when I got cold feet
It was a little too late. I couldn't make it…
(Goodbye, goodbye, my coin locker baby
Vent your deep-seated grudge.)
(One after another, the seeds rushed into the mix
Quiveringly, trying to raise their budding heads.)
Well then, goodbye, goodbye, my coin locker baby
Vent your deep-seated grudge
One after another, the seeds rushed into the mix
Quiveringly, trying to raise their budding heads
But I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my coin locker baby
Burn up your karmic cycle of life
Escaping from all pains, you fled into the world of dreams
As you dozed off
With a smile still on your lips
Your body's gone cold…?!
