Misty
All my love is here to make me alone
It's like some kind of a violence that's killing me slowly
All my memories reflects to the 'void'
They got nothing to do and just sitting on sofa
Henry Charles Bukowski was drinking too much,
when he write something he was using his typewriter
I never met him but I think I can be his friend
If I make a film about my life
Who do you think will be on?
And which part will you film?
When I walk I look up to the windows that somebody lives
There's a bar I used to go, hope it's the same
Shoulders with that small tatoo, water that I bought for you
The bench that we sat and smoke
Misty things are all around of me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh...
Misty things are all around of me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh... Oh yeah
My father Scott told me he thought he will die before 30
And one day he woke up and he was 60
I only meet him once in a year
Oh I guess I have to change how I live
But I don't wanna accept it
I don't wanna accept it
Right next from the bakery, the middle of the hill road's my home
I can see when the sun comes up through my room
You only worn glasses when you're home, cereals that we always liked
I dropped somethings on floor
Misty things are all around of me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh...
Tokyo's the place for just like you and me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh...
Misty things are all around of me
Misty things are all around of me
It's like some kind of a violence that's killing me slowly
All my memories reflects to the 'void'
They got nothing to do and just sitting on sofa
Henry Charles Bukowski was drinking too much,
when he write something he was using his typewriter
I never met him but I think I can be his friend
If I make a film about my life
Who do you think will be on?
And which part will you film?
When I walk I look up to the windows that somebody lives
There's a bar I used to go, hope it's the same
Shoulders with that small tatoo, water that I bought for you
The bench that we sat and smoke
Misty things are all around of me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh...
Misty things are all around of me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh... Oh yeah
My father Scott told me he thought he will die before 30
And one day he woke up and he was 60
I only meet him once in a year
Oh I guess I have to change how I live
But I don't wanna accept it
I don't wanna accept it
Right next from the bakery, the middle of the hill road's my home
I can see when the sun comes up through my room
You only worn glasses when you're home, cereals that we always liked
I dropped somethings on floor
Misty things are all around of me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh...
Tokyo's the place for just like you and me
Oh... oh yeah... Oh...
Misty things are all around of me
Misty things are all around of me
Credits
Writer(s): Sho Iimura (pka Sho Okamoto), Koki Hayashi (pka Koki Okamoto)
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.