Description
Producer: Andrew Wasylyk
Composer, Lyricist: Andrew Wasylyk
Lyrics and translation
Original
Moving through the tears of a memory.
One eye on the field in front of me.
Pictures I was passing through, but anyway.
Mind like a shrine of Kawame, the undisputed king of anxiety.
Words weaker than this broken scene, as the white-collar gulls seem to circle me.
Just moving through the tears of a memory.
With one eye on the field in front of me.
Pictures I was passing through, but anyway.
Blind sun and a blank sky dreams.
Low stakes, fluent and flawed technique.
Where the colors and the canvas keep blue and a few pills.
I was moving through the tears of a memory.
One eye on the field in front of me. Emptiness I was passing through either way.
By night, every blade of grass gleams.
Everything waits for the rain between.
Magnolia and the midnight leaves, as the white-collar gulls keep on circling me.
Moving through the tears of a memory.
Feeling for the feelings that never is.
Never understood the point of standing here.
It's the emptiness I'm passing through either way