Tokyo Witch

In a dark winter, Tokyo In the Mahjong parlour, he waits Severed past throbbing through his hands Nobody comes to the one who waits In the hallways they're lying there In the red blossom of the gaze In your arms there is nothing left We are all on the wait My whole life Is a mystery that I can't break Our lings and Calvary of our mistakes I would love to heal you now In a dark winter, Tokyo In the Mahjong parlours, they wait Severed past sweeping through their hands Nobody comes to the ones that wait In the heart of the young The blossom of the pain All I wanted to see Is that I am better All I want to believe Is that I am better Round and round All I want you to see Is that I am better Round and round