A magnificent nonsense
Okt. 10., 2005 | 11:49 pm
Look a magnificent mushroom cloud in the sky!
In the afternoon of birds pecking at food in an alley,
Touching the grass under the sunlight streaming through the leaves,
I’ll talk with you
See, on the lunch bench a dream blossoms
Carry the sound of the waves in your heart
Sink your blues
Stretch a bridge to tomorrow
The afternoon, born on the day of the sunlight streaming through the leaves
The dream I nurtured on a lunch bench…
(Paranoia Agent OST - Dream Island)
In the afternoon of birds pecking at food in an alley,
Touching the grass under the sunlight streaming through the leaves,
I’ll talk with you
See, on the lunch bench a dream blossoms
Carry the sound of the waves in your heart
Sink your blues
Stretch a bridge to tomorrow
The afternoon, born on the day of the sunlight streaming through the leaves
The dream I nurtured on a lunch bench…
(Paranoia Agent OST - Dream Island)