Osaka Lights // 大阪ライト

n our flesh, in our blood.
Your body lines. The joints we smoked up.
Black ain’t no gold, the difference isn’t bold.
Under the Osaka Lights the monsoon flooded us, no rehab.
So close and still feeling damn cold.
In a city that I don’t know, flares are burning inside me,
and it hurts to pick up the pieces we left.
We can’t say it wasn’t broken, although we denied to see-
our slipped wrists and the demons that we met.
Ai ga kasundeiku.
Maboroshi no naka.
Yuretewa kieru kemuri no youni.
six years writing you songs,
and smoke filling my lungs-
only made clear that love is a lie worth living in.
Love is a lie worth living in, oh no.
Tada kimi no kotowo omouhodo.
Itamu kodo mo omoidasu.
Kodoku wa itsudatte ai no kage de warau.
In our flesh, in our blood.
Your body lines. The joints we smoked up.
Black ain’t no gold, the difference isn’t bold.
Under the Osaka Lights the monsoon flooded us, no rehab.
So close and still feeling damn cold.
We can say that we still care, while pretending to be true.
We can celebrate the irony of it all.
And the smoke that now is coming from the ashes that we grew
is swallowing the hurt of the free fall with you.
Under the Osaka Lights
By the ocean dimming nights
Under the Osaka Lights
By the ocean dimming nights
Under the Osaka Lights
Lost between bokeh lies
Under the Osaka Lights
In our flesh, in our blood.
Your body lines, my lips in your mouth.
So close and still cold, no.
In our flesh, in our blood.
Your body lines. The joints we smoked up.
Black ain’t no gold, the difference isn’t bold.
Under the Osaka Lights the monsoon flooded us, no rehab.
So close and still feeling damn cold.
In our flesh, in our blood.
Your body lines. The joints we smoked up.
Black ain’t no gold, the difference isn’t bold.
Under the Osaka Lights the monsoon flooded us, no rehab.
So close and still feeling damn cold.
So close and still feeling damn cold.
So close and still feeling damn cold.