In a dark winter Tokyo
In the Majong waters he wades
Seven pasts thrumming through his heads
Though he comes to the water waysIn 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 wayMy whole life
Is the mystery
That I can't bear
Oh wings
That are camery
Upon this dayI would love to heal you nowIn a dark winter Tokyo
In the Mahjong waters they wade
Severed pasts sweeping through their hands
No one comes to the water wayIn 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
