Woorden: Asobi Seksu. Thursday.

On gentle ground
I waited for you
In drops of dew
I wished that were you

With heavy hands
I reached out for you
My skin soaking wet
My eyes searched for you

It seems you lost your way
You've let it all fall apart
Nothing's left here but you
All you do is remind me

Now that we've lost our way
The rest can all fall apart
All I see here is you
All it does is remind me

With sharpened tongue
I cried out for you
And must I refrain
Now that I need you

The autumn wind feels
As if it were you
And swayed through the fields
Where I once held you

It seems you lost your way
You've let it all fall apart
Nothing's left here but you
All you do is remind me

Now that we've lost our way
The rest can all fall apart
All I see here is you
All it does is remind me

Whistle through your window
We act the same as you
Whistle through your window
We act the same as you