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 they gloss over 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