[00:00.000] 作词 : 妹尾泰隆[00:01.000] 作曲 : 妹尾泰隆[00:28.224]Once you've done spelling the yell,[00:31.475]I'll be falling further into the murk,[00:34.724]The clock is ticking in the dark,[00:41.214]The rabbits are not guiding us,[00:44.463]Fools fold their hands,[00:46.474]The birds are singing lullabies,[00:48.724]Hanging the sword of Damocles,[00:53.976]Oh,can you hear me now?[00:56.713]They are lurking under the sleeve,[01:00.473]I was too scared to see my things,[01:03.468]Crawling in a reflector to my crave,[01:06.962]Please sing your song loudly,[01:09.722]So that I can hear you,[01:12.467]Break it down or stare at the imagery,[01:16.225]If you're still waiting the rabbit for you,[01:19.966]Her voice tastes like a checkerboard,[01:22.979]The Humpty won't sing like your storyboard,[01:26.471]A riddle made of a thousand chords,[01:29.467]Goes round and round in the hall of mirrors,[01:32.970]My words,just the umbra of your place,[01:37.921]The castle fallen by their meddle,[01:39.422]A riddle made of a thousand chords,[01:42.430]Goes round and round in the hall of mirrors,[01:59.427]Game for gamut,[02:00.422]their zen and the art,[02:04.327]The rain strings just like a dart,[02:06.075]Wanted was I just to fix your heart,[02:12.330]I say bigger, you'll become bigger,[02:15.839]I say smaller,you'll get smaller,[02:19.073]Yet sick broken pianos go play around,[02:22.068]I got struck in a dream like clouds,[03:04.838]Fear won't guide us,[03:12.048]Fear won't guide us,[03:13.047]In the hall of mirrors,[03:17.550]Fear won't guide us,[03:19.548]In the hall of mirrors,[03:20.792]Fear won't guide us,[03:22.809]In the hall of mirrors,[03:24.052]Fear won't guide us,[03:26.298]In the hall of mirrors,[03:27.294]Fear won't guide us,[03:29.303]In the hall of mirrors,[03:30.545]Her voice tastes like a checkerboard,[03:33.563]The Humpty won't sing like your storyboard,[03:36.803]A riddle made of a thousand chords,[03:40.058]Goes round and round in the hall of mirrors,[03:43.561]My words,just the umbra of your place,[03:46.802]The castle fallen by their meddle,[03:50.047]A riddle made of a thousand chords,[03:53.043]Goes round and round in the hall of mirrors,[04:09.798]Fear won't guide us.