Vintage Denim

Amai rinen ni dakare kaaten o maku you na
Wrapped in curtains I still feel the morning sound
Don’t miss it, don’t diss it, I’ll be waiting get it count it or I must go crazy
Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near
Tired of saviours that are not real
In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away
Biggu ben ni akari ga miete miagetara sore wa ookiku
Tsutsumikonde kono machi mo atatakai
Big ben it’s gotta light so tenderly and this city is warm as it’s supposed to
be
Listening to coldplay on the northern line
Don’t miss it, don’t diss it, I’ll be waiting get it count it or I must go crazy
Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near
Tired of saviours that are not real
In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away
Tsumetai kaze ni hokorimamire no
Oh silence, bring my soul up here, bring me up when there’s nothing near
Tired of saviours that are not real
In a way that you hold, way that you hold me away