LYRICS
作词 : Mariya Tamashita
作曲 : Mariya Tamashita
A sudden kiss in the morning,
A tender gaze in the evening.
Beyond my range of comprehension,
Until you brought to attention.
Greetings always followed by
Sweet goodbyes, yes all must meet its end.
Baby can you just relax,
Don’t look back,
Don’t hurry.
Still reminiscing the day when
you left me all on my own. Then
I walked away from any daylight,
instead of dawn it was twilight,
Underneath the disco ball
breaks the spell that holds you in my mind.
Though I used to dance with you,
now we’re through,
I’m sorry.
Don’t you dare even try to convince me,
Don’t you lie about the way that we could be.
Love is a game they all say it, they mean it.
Might just well have fun,
Play every single one.
I fill the holes and the cracks in my heart with
fancy high heels and plenty of dresses,
They’re my sole companion on this journey.
Many men that are fishing and begging,
speak of love that they are still second-guessing.
Holo vows even promises broken.
Every face and voice, brings memories of you.
Glassy eyes shedding tears of my sorrow,
hoping they will forget by tomorrow.
Praying no one’s asking for the reason.
Still reminiscing the day when
you left me all on my own. Then
I walked away from any daylight.
Instead of dawn it was twilight.
Underneath the disco ball,
breaks the spell that holds you in my mind.
Though I used to dance with you,
now we’re through,
I’m sorry.
Don’t you dare even try to convince me.
Don’t you lie about the way that we could be.
Love’s a game they all say it, they mean it.
Might just well have fun, play every single one.
I fill the holes and the cracks in my heart with
fancy high heels and plenty of dresses.
They are my sole companion on this journey.
A thousand dazzling lights around me,
glimmering with mysticality
as if they’re calling me to head back.
But tired train rides endure that.
Half-asleep I hear a sigh,
Hear a voice speak whispers left ignored.
Should I even bother though?
Yes or no?
Don’t worry!
I’m just playing games.
I know that’s plastic love.
Dance to the plastic beat.
Another morning calls.