Tokyo Witch

In a dark wintry Tokyo
 In the mahjong parlour he waits
 Severed past running through his hands
 Glory comes to the one who waits
 In the hallways they're lying there
 In the red blossom of the days
 In your arms there is nothing left
 Who you are is run away
 My whole life
 Is a mystery
 That I can't break
 Our aims
 Is a Calvary
 Of our mistakes
 I would love to heal you now
 
 In a dark wintry Tokyo
 In the mahjong parlours they wait
 Severed past weaving through their hands
 Glory comes to the ones that wait
 In the art of the arm
 Red blossom of the days
 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