Dragon Ash

As though moistening the frayed body heart, a little
As though going mad by a playful lion, a furious morning special
Music for a sunny spot
First thing after getting up, ivory colored with my dream, and wrongly buttoned buttons

Instead of tracing along with fingertips that tore up the burnt picture, yesterday
Burn me up, a frayed collar decorates the dry weather

Now, burn up my heart

Even just the sound of rain wets the sentiments that are again coming down
As though scraping out the monotony that exists drly, a boiling morning special
Music for a bonfire
Before I know it, ivory lit by the lost child of a distorted spiral

Passing through an unsleeping forest where there is no place where it seems as though you can't see the stars
Leap up and make a wish, your eyes are the harvest of these days

So stand up and make thoughts and tracks bloom, with worn out voices
So stand up and search, burn; hoist them up over your heads with worn out voices
There is unceasing love within disasterous normality
There is unceasing love and sorrow within disasterous normality

Instead of tracing along with fingertips that tore up the burnt picture, yesterday
Burn me up, a frayed collar decorates the dry weather

So stand up and make thoughts and tracks bloom, with worn out voices
So stand up and search, burn; hoist them up over your heads with worn out voices
There is unceasing love within disasterous normality
There is unceasing love and sorrow within disasterous normality

Now, burn up my heart; dissolve my depression away
Colored ivory