Speak Eastern, Western
She was born to die
In a future confederation where
Emmanuel Macron is fighting
Angela Merkel in heaven
And through a sepia tone lens she witnesses
The similarities between the businesses
The bakery pastries, for instance
The trains in Europe sound different
And all the mornings take longer to feel it
Surrealist grey landscape of December
Clutching a warm cup of coffee against her
And every day her English gets a little better
But she can not talk to them, and they will not comprehend her
Buried in useless nostalgia for Nagano
And she thinks about snow, and she misses her home
"Will you come back some day?"
Asks one of her relatives deep in her memory
Childhood ghosts are drowned on the coastline
High school friendships fading in the red wine
What difference does it make?
Speak Eastern, Western, math on a black board
Passively drifting toward blue-eyed Dutch guys
Just when did the sun start setting in the eastern sky?
She said: "Well I'm not here but I won't be leaving"
Internet phone calls losing their meaning
What are they saying and why's this appealing
Missed another wedding, well maybe next season
She tripped acid and she saw what they'll never see
Veins bleeding ecstasy
Can't discuss it anyway
It's just a watercolor melting in a rainstorm
Blurring til meaningless
Carried to the North Sea shore
In a future confederation where
Emmanuel Macron is fighting
Angela Merkel in heaven
And through a sepia tone lens she witnesses
The similarities between the businesses
The bakery pastries, for instance
The trains in Europe sound different
And all the mornings take longer to feel it
Surrealist grey landscape of December
Clutching a warm cup of coffee against her
And every day her English gets a little better
But she can not talk to them, and they will not comprehend her
Buried in useless nostalgia for Nagano
And she thinks about snow, and she misses her home
"Will you come back some day?"
Asks one of her relatives deep in her memory
Childhood ghosts are drowned on the coastline
High school friendships fading in the red wine
What difference does it make?
Speak Eastern, Western, math on a black board
Passively drifting toward blue-eyed Dutch guys
Just when did the sun start setting in the eastern sky?
She said: "Well I'm not here but I won't be leaving"
Internet phone calls losing their meaning
What are they saying and why's this appealing
Missed another wedding, well maybe next season
She tripped acid and she saw what they'll never see
Veins bleeding ecstasy
Can't discuss it anyway
It's just a watercolor melting in a rainstorm
Blurring til meaningless
Carried to the North Sea shore
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Huber-rodriguez, Hr Huber-rodriguez
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