Pillows Please Mr. Lostman
My small head dangles from my neck as I step on the dreams sown on the road We've blown this world to its limits and I don't care if it's broken or crushed, I just want to touch the light
On a slender withered tree, aged and forgotten Please Mr. Lostman, the stars were a blooming Please Mr. Lostman
I stretch my short limbs hard I was messing around and sneaked in To the comfort that I can finally reach But I'm not a kitten, I'll get out by myself, so let go of my hand
Feeling neither kindness nor pain, the seasons pass by quietly Please Mr. Lostman, let's hide somewhere Please Mr. Lostman
On a slender withered tree, aged and forgotten Please Mr. Lostman, the stars were a blooming Please Mr. Lostman
These twisted times don't matter, we have found each other Please Mr. Lostman, doesn't that mean everything? Please Mr. Lostman
