In a dark winter Tokyo
In the Majong parlor he waits
Seven pasts thrumming through his heads

Though he comes to the water ways

In the hallways they lie in bed

Dream the red loss of all their days
In your arms there is nothing left
But we are all on the way


My whole life
Is the mystery

That I can't bear

Oh wings

That are camery
Upon this day


I would love to heal you now

In a dark winter Tokyo

In the Mahjong parlors they wait
Severed pasts sweeping through their hands
No one comes to the water way


In the hour of the all
There is notes along the way


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 wanted to see
Is that I am better
Round and round